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Loading... The English poems, collected from the Oxford and Cambridge verses on the death of H.R.H. Frederick, prince of Walesby Frederick
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1751 Excerpt: ...fires, The The rage of wanton pow'r, and lawlefs fway Hear thou the Mufe, for truth infpires her lay. Nature, emerging from the flood, began To fpread o'er earth a fecond race of man: With equal fteps advancing, Human Pride Rais'd unappall'd her head, and heav'n defy'd. Th' almighty faw, difpleas'd: and to purfue With well-weigh'd vengeance the presumptuous crew Againft themfelves he turn'd their impious jage, And bade Ambition waft the rifing age. From deepeft hell uprofe th' afpiring fiend; Havock and Spoil her horrid fteps attend; Dire Luft of war puff'd up with noify fame, Low-minded Fraud, and proud Oppreffion came i Laft, but moft hateful of th' infernal train, Foul Slavery crouch'd, and patient drag'd her chain, -To roufe the lion in the hardy chafe, To quell the tyger's wide-deftroying race, Had been the hero's talk; the fylvan fpoil Adorn'd his triumph, and repay'd his toil. Now dire Ambition urg'd his eager mind On nobler game, the chace of human-kind. Forth from his wilds, and from the ravage prey, A fiercer morfter, Nimrod took his way: l The furious hunter, g'eat in lawlefs might, Led his rude bands to rapine, rage, and fight: Aw'd with new fears, before his wafting fword The nations trembled, and confefs'd their lord. Then rofe, 'mid ftreams of blood and hills of flain, The firft proud Babel of tyrannic reign. Yet Pride, unquell'd, her bold aflaults renew'd: Vengeance as oft the daring crime purfu'd;-At As oft Ambition wav'd her flaming rod: Some chief went forth, the dreadful fcourge of God. If ftarms unequal to the guilt were found; If dearth in vain had breath'd deftruftion round, Earth whelm'd whole cities in her burfting womb, Plague fwept whole nations to the crowded tomb, Nor yet proud man obey'd: th' Almighty Sire Then bar'd his arm, a... No library descriptions found. |
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