042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,000[' ]| 042:19,001[A ]| What rage does England from itself divide 042:19,002[A ]| More than seas do from all the world beside? 042:19,003[A ]| From every part the roaring cannon play; 042:19,004[A ]| From every part blood roars as loud as they. 042:19,005[A ]| What English ground but still some moisture bears 042:19,006[A ]| Of young men's blood, and more of mothers' tears? 042:19,007[A ]| What airs unthickened with some sighs of wives! 042:19,008[A ]| And more of maid for$4$ their dear lovers' lives! 042:19,009[A ]| Alas, what triumph can this victory show 042:19,010[A ]| That$6#1$ dyes us red in$4$ blood and blushes too! 042:19,011[A ]| How can we wish that$6#2$ conquest, which$6#1$ bestows 042:19,012[A ]| Cypress, not bays upon$4$ the conquering brows! 042:19,013[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Henry's dreadful name; 042:19,014[A ]| Not sword, nor cause, whole nations overcame. 042:19,015[A ]| To$4$ further west did his swift conquests run; 042:19,016[A ]| Nor did his glories set, but with the sun. 042:19,017[A ]| In$4$ vain did Roderick to$4$ his holds retreat; 042:19,018[A ]| In$4$ vain had wretched Ireland called him great. 042:19,019[A ]| Ireland which$6#1$ now most basely we begin, 042:19,020[A ]| To$9$ labour more to$9$ lose, than he to$9$ win. 042:19,021[A ]| It was not so$5#2$, when in$4$ the happy east 042:19,022[A ]| Richard, our Mars, Venus's isle possessed. 042:19,023[A ]| Against the proud moon, he the English cross displayed, 042:19,024[A ]| Eclipsed one horn and the other paler made, 042:19,025[A ]| When our dear lives we ventured bravely there, 042:19,026[A ]| And digged our own to$9$ gain Christ's sepulchre. 042:19,027[A ]| That$6#2$ sacred tomb which$6#1$ should we now enjoy, 042:19,028[A ]| We should with as much zeal fight to$9$ destroy! 042:19,029[A ]| The precious signs of our dead lord we scorn, 042:19,030[A ]| And see his cross worse than his body torn! 042:19,031[A ]| We hate it now both for$4$ the Greek and Jew, 042:19,032[A ]| To$4$ us it is foolishness and scandal too. 042:19,033[A ]| To$4$ what with worship the fond papist falls, 042:19,034[A ]| That$6#2$ the fond zealot a cursed idol calls. 042:19,035[A ]| So$3$ between their double madness here is the odds, 042:19,036[A ]| One makes false devils, the other false gods. 042:19,037[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Edward proved his cause 042:19,038[A ]| By$4$ a sword stronger than the salic laws 042:19,039[A ]| Though fetched from Pharamond: when the French did fight 042:19,040[A ]| With women's hearts against the woman's right. 042:19,041[A ]| The affrighted ocean his first conquest bore, 042:19,042[A ]| And drove red waves to$4$ the sad Gallic shore. 042:19,043[A ]| As if he had angry at that$6#2$ element been, 042:19,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ his wide soul bound with an island in$5$. 042:19,045[A ]| Where now is that$6#2$ spirit with which$6#1$ at Cressy we, 042:19,046[A ]| And Poitiers, forced from fate a victory. 042:19,047[A ]| Two kings at once we brought sad captives home; 042:19,048[A ]| A triumph scarcely known to$4$ ancient Rome. 042:19,049[A ]| Two foreign kings, but now alas we strive 042:19,050[A ]| Our own, our own good sovereign to$9$ captive. 042:19,051[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Agincourt was won, 042:19,052[A ]| Under great Henry served the rain and sun. 042:19,053[A ]| A nobler fight the sun himself never knew, 042:19,054[A ]| Not when he stopped his course a fight to$9$ view. 042:19,055[A ]| Then death, old archer, did more skilful grow; 042:19,056[A ]| And learned to$9$ hit more sure from the English bow. 042:19,057[A ]| Then France was her own stories sadly taught, 042:19,058[A ]| And felt how Caesar, and how Edward fought. 042:19,059[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when the vast fleet of Spain 042:19,060[A ]| Lay torn and scattered over the injured main. 042:19,061[A ]| Through the proud world a virgin terror struck, 042:19,062[A ]| The Austrian crowns and Rome's seven hills she shook. 042:19,063[A ]| To$4$ her great Neptune homaged all his streams, 042:19,064[A ]| And all the wide stretched ocean was her Thames. 042:19,065[A ]| Thus our forefathers fought, thus bravely bled, 042:19,066[A ]| Thus still they live, whilst we alive are dead. 042:19,067[A ]| Such acts they did as Rome and Caesar too 042:19,068[A ]| Might envy those whom they did once subdue. 042:19,069[A ]| We are not their offspring sure, our heralds lie; 042:19,070[A ]| But born we know not how, as now we die. 042:19,071[A ]| Their precious blood we could not venture thus; 042:19,072[A ]| Some Cadmus sure sowed serpents' teeth for$4$ us. 042:19,073[A ]| We could not else by$4$ mutual fury fall, 042:19,074[A ]| Whilst Rhine and Seine for$4$ all our armies call. 042:19,075[A ]| Choose that$6#2$, or peace; ye have a prince, ye know, 042:19,076[A ]| As fit for$4$ both, as both are fit for$4$ you. 042:19,077[A ]| Furious as lightning when wars' tempests came, 042:19,078[A ]| But calm in$4$ peace, calm as a lambent flame. 042:19,079[A ]| Have we forgot those happy years of late 042:19,080[A ]| That$6#1$ saw nought ill, but us who$6#1$ were ingrate? 042:19,081[A ]| Such years as if earth's youth renewed had been, 042:19,082[A ]| And that$6#2$ old serpent time had cast his skin. 042:19,083[A ]| As gloriously, and gently did they move, 042:19,084[A ]| As the bright sun that$6#1$ measured them above: 042:19,085[A ]| Then only in$4$ books the learned could misery see, 042:19,086[A ]| And the unlearned never heard of misery. 042:19,087[A ]| Then happy James with as deep quiet reigned, 042:19,088[A ]| As in$4$ his heavenly throne by$4$ death he gained 042:19,089[A ]| And lest this blessing with his life might cease, 042:19,090[A ]| He left us Charles, that$6#2$ pledge of future peace. 042:19,091[A ]| Charles under whom with much ado no$2$ less 042:19,092[A ]| Than sixteen years we endured our happiness: 042:19,093[A ]| Till in$4$ a moment from the north we find 042:19,094[A ]| A tempest conjured up$5$ without a wind. 042:19,095[A ]| So$5#1$ soon the north her kindness did repent, 042:19,096[A ]| First the peace maker, and next war she sent. 042:19,097[A ]| Just Tweed, that$6#1$ now had with long rest forgot 042:19,098[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ side dwelt the English, which$6#1$ the Scot, 042:19,099[A ]| Saw glittering arms shine sadly on$4$ his face, 042:19,100[A ]| Whilst all the affrighted fish sunk down apace. 042:19,101[A ]| No$2$ blood did then from this dark quarrel flow: 042:19,102[A ]| It gave blunt wounds that$6#1$ bled not out till now; 042:19,103[A ]| For$3$ Jove who$6#1$ might have used his thundering power 042:19,104[A ]| Chose to$9$ fall calmly in$4$ a golden shower. 042:19,105[A ]| A way we found to$4$ conquest which$6#1$ by$4$ none 042:19,106[A ]| Of all our thrifty ancestors was known. 042:19,107[A ]| So$5#1$ strangely prodigal of late we are, 042:19,108[A ]| We there buy peace, and here at home buy war. 042:19,109[A ]| How could a war so$5#1$ sad and barbarous please 042:19,110[A ]| But first by$4$ slandering those blessed days of peace? 042:19,111[A ]| Through all the excrements of state they pry, 042:19,112[A ]| Like$4$ empirics to$9$ find out a malady. 042:19,113[A ]| And then with desperate boldness they endeavour, 042:19,114[A ]| The ague to$9$ cure by$4$ bringing in$4$ a fever: 042:19,115[A ]| This way is sure to$9$ expel some ills; no$2$ doubt; 042:19,116[A ]| The plague will$1$ drive all less diseases out: 042:19,117[A ]| What strange wild fears did every morning breed? 042:19,118[A ]| Till a strange fancy made us sick indeed; 042:19,119[A ]| And cowardice did valour's part supply, 042:19,120[A ]| Like$4$ those that$6#1$ kill themselves for$4$ fear to$9$ die. 042:19,121[A ]| What frantic diligence in$4$ these men appears, 042:19,122[A ]| That$6#1$ fear all ills, and act over all their fears? 042:19,123[A ]| Thus into war we scared ourselves, and who$6#2$ 042:19,124[A ]| But Aaron's sons that$6#1$ the first trumpet blew! 042:19,125[A ]| Fond men! who$6#1$ knew not that$3$ they were to$9$ keep 042:19,126[A ]| For$4$ God, and not to$9$ sacrifice their sheep. 042:19,127[A ]| The churches first this murderous doctrine sow, 042:19,128[A ]| And learn to$9$ kill as well as bury now. 042:19,129[A ]| The marble tombs where our forefathers lie, 042:19,130[A ]| Sweated with dread of too much company. 042:19,131[A ]| And all their sleeping ashes shook for$4$ fear, 042:19,132[A ]| Lest thousand ghosts should come and crowd them there. 042:19,133[A ]| Petitions next for$4$ every town they frame, 042:19,134[A ]| To$9$ be restored to$4$ those from whom they came. 042:19,135[A ]| The same style all and the same sense does pen, 042:19,136[A ]| Alas, they allow set forms of prayers to$4$ men. 042:19,137[A ]| O happy we! if neither men would hear 042:19,138[A ]| Their studied forms nor God their sudden prayer! 042:19,139[A ]| They will$1$ be heard and in$4$ unjustest wise 042:19,140[A ]| The many-mouthed rout for$4$ justice cries. 042:19,141[A ]| They call for$4$ blood which$6#1$ now I fear does call, 042:19,142[A ]| For$4$ blood again much louder than them all. 042:19,143[A ]| In$4$ senseless clamours and confused noise, 042:19,144[A ]| We lost that$6#2$ rare and yet unconquered voice. 042:19,145[A ]| So$3$ when the Thracian Lyre was drowned 042:19,146[A ]| In$4$ the bistonian women's mixed sound, 042:19,147[A ]| The wandering stones, that$6#1$ came before to$9$ hear, 042:19,148[A ]| Forgot themselves and turned his murderers there. 042:19,149[A ]| The same loud storm blew the grave mitre down, 042:19,150[A ]| It blew down that$6#2$, and with it shook the crown. 042:19,151[A ]| Then first a state without a church begun; 042:19,152[A ]| Comfort thyself, dear church, for$3$ then it was done. 042:19,153[A ]| The same rude storm to$4$ sea great Mary drove, 042:19,154[A ]| The sea could no$2$ such dangerous tempest move. 042:19,155[A ]| The same drove Charles into the north, and then 042:19,156[A ]| Would rudelier far have driven him back again. 042:19,157[A ]| To$9$ fly from noise and tumults is no$2$ shame 042:19,158[A ]| Never will$1$ their armies force him to$4$ the same. 042:19,159[A ]| They all his castles, all his towns invade, 042:19,160[A ]| He is a large prisoner over all England made. 042:19,161[A ]| He must mot pass to$4$ Ireland's weeping shore, 042:19,162[A ]| The wounds these surgeons made, must yield them more. 042:19,163[A ]| He must not conquer his lewd rebels there, 042:19,164[A ]| Lest he should learn by$4$ that$6#2$ to$9$ do it here. 042:19,165[A ]| The sea they subject next to$4$ their commands, 042:19,166[A ]| The sea that$6#1$ crowns our kings, and all our lands. 042:19,167[A ]| Thus poor they leave him, their base pride and scorn; 042:19,168[A ]| As poor, as these, now mighty men, were born. 042:19,169[A ]| When straight whole armies meet in$4$ Charles's right, 042:19,170[A ]| How no$2$ man knows; but here they are, and fight: 042:19,171[A ]| A man would swear that$6#1$ saw his altered state, 042:19,172[A ]| Kings were called gods because they could create. 042:19,173[A ]| Vain men! it is heaven this swift assistance brings; 042:19,174[A ]| The same is lord of hosts, that$6#1$ is king of kings. 042:19,175[A ]| Had men forsook him, angels from above 042:19,176[A ]| (The Assyrian host did less their justice move) 042:19,177[A ]| Would all have mustered in$4$ his righteous aid, 042:19,178[A ]| And thunder against your cannon would have played. 042:19,179[A ]| It needs not so$5#2$; for$3$ man desires to$9$ right 042:19,180[A ]| Abused mankind; and, wretches, ye must fight. 042:19,181[A ]| Worcester first saw it, and trembled to$4$ the view, 042:19,182[A ]| Too well the ills of civil war she knew. 042:19,183[A ]| Twice did the flames of old her towers invade, 042:19,184[A ]| Twice called she in$4$ vain for$4$ her own Severn's aid. 042:19,185[A ]| Here first the rebel winds began to$9$ roar, 042:19,186[A ]| Broke loose from those just fetters which$6#1$ they bore. 042:19,187[A ]| Here mutinous waves above their shores did swell, 042:19,188[A ]| And the first storm of this dire winter fell: 042:19,189[A ]| But when the two great brethren once appeared, 042:19,190[A ]| And their bright heads like$4$ Leda's offspring reared, 042:19,191[A ]| When those sea-calming sons of Jove were spied, 042:19,192[A ]| The winds all fled, the waves all sunk, and died. 042:19,193[A ]| How fought great Rupert! with what rage and skill? 042:19,194[A ]| Enough to$9$ have conquered had his cause been ill. 042:19,195[A ]| Comely young man! and yet his dreadful sight, 042:19,196[A ]| The rebels' blood to$4$ their faint hearts does fright. 042:19,197[A ]| In$4$ vain alas it seeks so$5#1$ weak defence; 042:19,198[A ]| For$3$ his keen sword brings it again from thence. 042:19,199[A ]| Yet grieves he at the laurel thence he bore, 042:19,200[A ]| Alas, poor prince, they will$1$ fight with him no$2$ more, 042:19,201[A ]| His virtue will$1$ be eclipsed with too much fame; 042:19,202[A ]| Henceforth not he will$1$ conquer, but his name. 042:19,203[A ]| Here Sandys with tainted blood the fields did stain, 042:19,204[A ]| By$4$ his own sacrilege and Kent's curses slain. 042:19,205[A ]| The first commander did heaven's vengeance show, 042:19,206[A ]| And led the rebels' van to$4$ shades below. 042:19,207[A ]| On$4$ two fair hills both armies next are seen, 042:19,208[A ]| The affrighted valley sighs and sweats between. 042:19,209[A ]| Here angels did with fair expectance stay 042:19,210[A ]| And wished good things to$4$ a king as mild as they. 042:19,211[A ]| There fiends with hungry waiting did abide; 042:19,212[A ]| And cursed both but spurred on$4$ the guilty side. 042:19,213[A ]| Here stood religion, her looks gently sage; 042:19,214[A ]| Aged, but much more comely for$4$ her age. 042:19,215[A ]| There schism, old hag, but seeming young appears, 042:19,216[A ]| As snakes by$4$ casting skin renew their years. 042:19,217[A ]| Undecent rags of several dyes she wore 042:19,218[A ]| And in$4$ her hands torn liturgies she bore. 042:19,219[A ]| Here loyalty an humble cross displayed, 042:19,220[A ]| And still as Charles passed by$5$ she bowed and prayed. 042:19,221[A ]| Sedition there her crimson banner spreads, 042:19,222[A ]| Shakes all her hands, and roars with all her heads. 042:19,223[A ]| Her knotty hairs were with dire serpents twist, 042:19,224[A ]| And all her serpents at each other hissed. 042:19,225[A ]| Here stood white truth and her own host does bless, 042:19,226[A ]| Clad with those arms of proof, her nakedness. 042:19,227[A ]| There perjuries like$4$ cannon roared aloud, 042:19,228[A ]| And lies flew thick like$4$ cannon's smoky cloud. 042:19,229[A ]| Here learning and the arts met; as much they feared, 042:19,230[A ]| As when the Huns of old and Goths appeared. 042:19,231[A ]| What should they do? unapt themselves to$9$ fight, 042:19,232[A ]| They promised noble pens the acts to$9$ write. 042:19,233[A ]| There ignorance advanced, and joyed to$9$ spy, 042:19,234[A ]| So$5#1$ many that$6#1$ durst fight they knew not why. 042:19,235[A ]| From those who$6#1$ most the slow-souled monks disdain, 042:19,236[A ]| From those she hopes for$4$ the old monks' age again. 042:19,237[A ]| Here mercy waits with sad but gentle look 042:19,238[A ]| (Never, alas, had she her Charles forsook). 042:19,239[A ]| For$4$ mercy on$4$ her friends to$4$ heaven she cries 042:19,240[A ]| Whilst justice plucks down justice from the skies. 042:19,241[A ]| Oppression there, rapine and murder stood, 042:19,242[A ]| Ready as was the field to$9$ drink their blood. 042:19,243[A ]| A thousand wronged spirits amongst them moaned, 042:19,244[A ]| And thrice the ghost of mighty Strafford groaned. 042:19,245[A ]| Now flew their cannon thick through wounded air, 042:19,246[A ]| Sent to$9$ defend and kill their sovereign there. 042:19,247[A ]| More than he them, the bullets feared his head, 042:19,248[A ]| And at his feet lay innocently dead. 042:19,249[A ]| They knew not what those men that$6#1$ shot them meant, 042:19,250[A ]| And acted their pretence, not their intent. 042:19,251[A ]| This was the day, this the first day that$6#1$ showed, 042:19,252[A ]| How much to$4$ Charles for$4$ our long peace we owed. 042:19,253[A ]| By$4$ his skill here and spirit we understood, 042:19,254[A ]| From war nought kept him but his people's good. 042:19,255[A ]| In$4$ his great looks what cheerful anger shone! 042:19,256[A ]| Sad war and joyful triumph mixed in$4$ one. 042:19,257[A ]| In$4$ the same beams of his majestic eye, 042:19,258[A ]| His own men life, his foes their death espy. 042:19,259[A ]| Great Rupert this, that$6#2$ wing brave Wilmot leads, 042:19,260[A ]| White-feathered conquest flies over both their heads. 042:19,261[A ]| They charge as if alone they would beat the foe, 042:19,262[A ]| Whether their troops followed them or no$5$. 042:19,263[A ]| They follow close, and haste into the fight. 042:19,264[A ]| So$5#1$ swift the rebels fly, as if each fear, 042:19,265[A ]| And jealousy they framed, had met them there. 042:19,266[A ]| They heard war's music and away they flew, 042:19,267[A ]| The trumpets fright worse than the organs do. 042:19,268[A ]| Their souls which$6#1$ still did new by-ways invent, 042:19,269[A ]| Out at their wounded backs perversely went. 042:19,270[A ]| Pursue no$2$ more, ye noble victors stay, 042:19,271[A ]| Lest too much conquest lose so$5#1$ brave a day. 042:19,272[A ]| For$3$ still the battle sounds behind, and fate 042:19,273[A ]| Will$1$ not give all, but sets us here a rate. 042:19,274[A ]| Too dear a rate she sets, and we must pay, 042:19,275[A ]| One honest man for$4$ ten such slaves as they. 042:19,276[A ]| Streams of black tainted blood the field besmear, 042:19,277[A ]| But pure well-coloured drops shine here and there. 042:19,278[A ]| They scorn to$9$ mix with floods of baser veins, 042:19,279[A ]| Just as the ignobler moistures oil disdains. 042:19,280[A ]| Thus fearless Lindsey, thus bold Aubigny 042:19,281[A ]| Amidst the corps of slaughtered rebels lie, 042:19,282[A ]| More honourably than Essex ever was found, 042:19,283[A ]| With troops of living traitors circled round. 042:19,284[A ]| Rest to$4$ your valiant souls, ye sacred pair, 042:19,285[A ]| And all whose deaths attended on$4$ ye there. 042:19,286[A ]| You are kindly welcomed to$4$ heaven's peaceful coast 042:19,287[A ]| By$4$ all the reverence martyrs' noble host. 042:19,288[A ]| Your soaring souls they meet in$4$ triumph all, 042:19,289[A ]| Led by$4$ great Stephen their old general. 042:19,290[A ]| Go Wharton now, prefer thy flourishing state, 042:19,291[A ]| Above these murdered heroes' doleful fate. 042:19,292[A ]| Enjoy that$6#2$ life which$6#1$ thou durst basely save, 042:19,293[A ]| And thought a sawpit nobler than a grave. 042:19,294[A ]| Thus many saved themselves, and night the rest, 042:19,295[A ]| Night that$6#1$ agrees with their black actions best. 042:19,296[A ]| A dismal shade did heaven's sad face overflow, 042:19,297[A ]| Dark as the night slain rebels found below. 042:19,298[A ]| No$2$ gentle stars their cheerful glories reared, 042:19,299[A ]| Ashamed they were at what was done, and feared: 042:19,300[A ]| Lest wicked men their bold excuse should frame 042:19,301[A ]| From some strong influence given their rays by$4$ fame. 042:19,302[A ]| To$4$ duty they, order and law incline, 042:19,303[A ]| They who$6#1$ never erred from one eternal line, 042:19,304[A ]| As just the ruin of these men they thought, 042:19,305[A ]| As Sisera's was, against whom themselves they fought. 042:19,306[A ]| Still they rebellion's end remember well, 042:19,307[A ]| Since Lucifer the great, that$6#2$ shining captain fell. 042:19,308[A ]| For$4$ this the bells they ring, and not in$4$ vain 042:19,309[A ]| Well might they all ring out, for$4$ thousands slain: 042:19,310[A ]| For$4$ this the bonfires their glad brightness spread, 042:19,311[A ]| When funeral flames might more befit their dead: 042:19,312[A ]| For$4$ this with solemn thanks they vex their God, 042:19,313[A ]| And whilst they feel it, mock the almighty's rod. 042:19,314[A ]| They proudly now abuse his justice more, 042:19,315[A ]| Than his long mercies they abused before. 042:19,316[A ]| Yet these the men that$6#1$ true religion boast, 042:19,317[A ]| The pure, and holy, holy, holy, host. 042:19,318[A ]| What great reward for$4$ so$5#1$ much zeal is given? 042:19,319[A ]| Why, heaven has thanked them for$4$ it, as they thanked heaven. 042:19,320[A ]| Witness thou, Brainford, say thou ancient town, 042:19,321[A ]| How many in$4$ thy streets fell grovelling down? 042:19,322[A ]| Witness, the red coats weltering in$4$ their gore, 042:19,323[A ]| And died anew into the name they bore. 042:19,324[A ]| Witness those men blown high into the air. 042:19,325[A ]| All elements their ruin joyed to$9$ share. 042:19,326[A ]| In$4$ the wide air quick flames their bodies tore, 042:19,327[A ]| Then drowned in$4$ waves they are tossed by$4$ waves to$4$ shore. 042:19,328[A ]| Witness thou Thames who$6#1$ wast amazed to$9$ see 042:19,329[A ]| Men madly run to$9$ save their lives in$4$ thee, 042:19,330[A ]| In$4$ vain; for$3$ rebels' lives thou wouldst not save, 042:19,331[A ]| And down they sunk beneath thy conquering wave. 042:19,332[A ]| Good, reverence Thames, the best beloved of all 042:19,333[A ]| Those noble floods that$6#1$ meet in$4$ Neptune's hall, 042:19,334[A ]| London's proud towers which$6#1$ thy fair head adorn 042:19,335[A ]| Move not thy glory now (but grief and scorn). 042:19,336[A ]| Thou grievest to$9$ see the white-named palace shine, 042:19,337[A ]| Without the beams of its own lord and thine. 042:19,338[A ]| Thy lord, who$6#1$ is to$4$ all as good and free, 042:19,339[A ]| As thou, kind flood, to$4$ thine own banks canst be. 042:19,340[A ]| How does thy peaceful back disdain to$9$ bear, 042:19,341[A ]| The rebels' busy pride from Westminster? 042:19,342[A ]| Thou who$6#1$ thyself, dost without murmur pay 042:19,343[A ]| Eternal tributes to$4$ thy prince, the sea! 042:19,344[A ]| To$4$ Oxford next great Charles triumphant came, 042:19,345[A ]| Oxford the British muses' second fame. 042:19,346[A ]| Here learning with some state and reverence looks, 042:19,347[A ]| And dwells in$4$ buildings lasting as her books. 042:19,348[A ]| Both now eternal, but they had ashes been, 042:19,349[A ]| Had these religious vandals got but in$5$. 042:19,350[A ]| Not Bodley's noble work their rage would spare, 042:19,351[A ]| All books (they know) the chief malignants are. 042:19,352[A ]| In$4$ vain they silence every age before; 042:19,353[A ]| For$3$ pens of times to$9$ come will$1$ wound them more; 042:19,354[A ]| The temple's decent wealth, and modest state, 042:19,355[A ]| Had suffered, that$6#2$ their avarice, this their hate. 042:19,356[A ]| Beggary and scorn into the church they would bring, 042:19,357[A ]| And make God glorious, as they made the king. 042:19,358[A ]| O happy town to$4$ whom loved Charles his sight, 042:19,359[A ]| In$4$ these sad times gives safety and delight! 042:19,360[A ]| Thee fate with civil war itself does bless, 042:19,361[A ]| Scarce wouldst thou change for$4$ peace this happiness. 042:19,362[A ]| Amidst all the joys kind heaven allows thee here, 042:19,363[A ]| Think of thy sister, and shed then a tear. 042:19,364[A ]| What fights did this bad winter see each day? 042:19,365[A ]| Her winds and storms came not so$5#1$ thick as they. 042:19,366[A ]| Yet nought these far-lost rebels could recall, 042:19,367[A ]| Nor Marlborough's fate, nor Cirencester's fall. 042:19,368[A ]| Still, still for$4$ peace the gentle conqueror sues, 042:19,369[A ]| By$4$ his wrath they perish, yet his love refuse. 042:19,370[A ]| Not yet is that$6#2$ plain lesson understood, 042:19,371[A ]| Writ by$4$ kind heaven in$4$ Brook's and Hampden's blood. 042:19,372[A ]| Chad and his church saw where their enemy lay, 042:19,373[A ]| And with just red new marked their holiday. 042:19,374[A ]| Fond man! this blow the injured Crozier struck; 042:19,375[A ]| Nought was more fit to$9$ perish, but thy book. 042:19,376[A ]| Such fatal vengeance did wronged Chalgrove show, 042:19,377[A ]| Where Hampden both began, and ended too, 042:19,378[A ]| His cursed rebellion; where his soul is repaid, 042:19,379[A ]| With separation great, as that$6#2$ he made. 042:19,380[A ]| Hampden whose spirit moved over the goodly frame 042:19,381[A ]| Of the British world, and out this chaos came. 042:19,382[A ]| Hampden a man that$6#1$ taught confusion, art; 042:19,383[A ]| This treason's restless, and yet noiseless heart. 042:19,384[A ]| Hampden whose brain like$4$ Etna's shop appeared, 042:19,385[A ]| Where Thunder's forged, yet no$2$ sound outwards heard. 042:19,386[A ]| It was he contrived whatever bold Martin said, 042:19,387[A ]| And all the popular noise that$6#1$ Pym has made. 042:19,388[A ]| It was he that$6#1$ taught the zealous rout to$9$ rise, 042:19,389[A ]| And be his slaves for$4$ some feigned liberties. 042:19,390[A ]| Him for$4$ this great design hell thought most fit; 042:19,391[A ]| Ah, wretched man! cursed by$4$ too good a wit! 042:19,392[A ]| If not all this your stubborn hearts can fright, 042:19,393[A ]| Think of the west, think of the Cornish might. 042:19,394[A ]| The Saxon fury to$4$ that$6#2$ far-stretched place, 042:19,395[A ]| Drove the torn relics of great Brutus's race. 042:19,396[A ]| Here they of old did in$4$ long safety lie, 042:19,397[A ]| Compassed with seas, and a worse enemy. 042:19,398[A ]| Never till this time, never did they meet with foes, 042:19,399[A ]| More cruel and more barbarous, than those. 042:19,400[A ]| Ye noble Britons who$6#1$ so$5#1$ oft with blood 042:19,401[A ]| Of pagan hosts have died old Tamar's flood. 042:19,402[A ]| If any drop of mighty Uther still, 042:19,403[A ]| And Uther's mightier son, your veins does fill, 042:19,404[A ]| Show now that$6#2$ spirit, till all men think by$4$ you, 042:19,405[A ]| The doubtful tales of your great Arthur true. 042:19,406[A ]| Ye have shown it, Britons, and have often done, 042:19,407[A ]| Things that$6#1$ have cheered the weary setting sun. 042:19,408[A ]| Again did Tamar your dread arms behold, 042:19,409[A ]| As just and as successful, as of old. 042:19,410[A ]| He kissed the Cornish banks, and vowed to$9$ bring, 042:19,411[A ]| His richest waves to$9$ feed the ensuing spring. 042:19,412[A ]| But murmured sadly and almost denied, 042:19,413[A ]| All fruitful moisture to$4$ the Devon side. 042:19,414[A ]| Ye sons of war, by$4$ whose bold acts we see, 042:19,415[A ]| How great a thing exalted man may be. 042:19,416[A ]| The world remains your debtor that$3$ as yet, 042:19,417[A ]| Ye have not all gone forth, and conquered it. 042:19,418[A ]| I knew that$3$ fate some wonders for$4$ you meant, 042:19,419[A ]| When matchless Hopton to$4$ your coast she sent. 042:19,420[A ]| Hopton so$5#1$ wise he needs not fortune's aid, 042:19,421[A ]| So$5#1$ fortunate his wisdom's useless made. 042:19,422[A ]| Should both those two, his tried companions fail, 042:19,423[A ]| His spirit alone and courage would prevail. 042:19,424[A ]| Miraculous man! how would I sing thy praise, 042:19,425[A ]| Had any must crowned me with half the bays 042:19,426[A ]| Conquest has given thee, and next thy name, 042:19,427[A ]| Should Barclay, Slaning, Digby press to$4$ fame. 042:19,428[A ]| Godolphin thee, thee Greenville I would rehearse, 042:19,429[A ]| But tears break off my verse. 042:19,430[A ]| How oft has vanquished Stamford backwards fled, 042:19,431[A ]| Swift as the parted souls of those he led. 042:19,432[A ]| How few did his huge multitudes defeat? 042:19,433[A ]| (For$3$ most are ciphers where the number is great) 042:19,434[A ]| Numbers alas of men that$6#1$ made no$2$ more, 042:19,435[A ]| Than he himself ten thousands times told over. 042:19,436[A ]| Who$6#1$ hears of Stratton fight but must confess, 042:19,437[A ]| All that$6#1$ he heard or read before was less? 042:19,438[A ]| Sad Germany can no$2$ such trophy boast, 042:19,439[A ]| For$4$ all the blood these twenty years she has lost. 042:19,440[A ]| Vast was their army and their arms were more, 042:19,441[A ]| Than the host of hundred-handed giants bore. 042:19,442[A ]| So$5#1$ strong their camps it did almost appear 042:19,443[A ]| Secure, had neither arms nor men been there. 042:19,444[A ]| In$4$ Hopton breaks, in$4$ break the Cornish powers, 042:19,445[A ]| Few and scarce armed, yet was the advantage ours. 042:19,446[A ]| What doubt could be their outward strengths to$9$ win, 042:19,447[A ]| When we bore camps and magazines within? 042:19,448[A ]| The violent sword outdid their muskets' ire, 042:19,449[A ]| It struck the bones, and there gave dreadful fire. 042:19,450[A ]| We scorned their thunder, and the reeking blade 042:19,451[A ]| A thicker smoke than all their cannon made. 042:19,452[A ]| Death and loud tumult filled the place around, 042:19,453[A ]| With fruitless rage fallen rebels bit the ground. 042:19,454[A ]| The arms we gained, wealth, bodies of the foe, 042:19,455[A ]| All that$6#1$ a full-fraught victory would bestow. 042:19,456[A ]| Yet stayed not Hopton thus, but still proceeds, 042:19,457[A ]| Pursues himself through all his glorious deeds: 042:19,458[A ]| With Hartford and the prince he joined his fate, 042:19,459[A ]| (The Belgian trophies on$4$ their journey wait.) 042:19,460[A ]| That$6#2$ prince who$6#1$ oft had checked proud Waller's fame, 042:19,461[A ]| And fooled that$6#2$ flying conqueror's empty name. 042:19,462[A ]| Still by$4$ his loss this fertile monster thrived, 042:19,463[A ]| This serpent cut in$4$ parts rejoined and lived; 042:19,464[A ]| It lived and would have stung us deeper yet, 042:19,465[A ]| But that$3$ bold Greenville its whole fury met. 042:19,466[A ]| He sold like$4$ Decius his devoted breath, 042:19,467[A ]| And left the commonwealth heir to$4$ his death. 042:19,468[A ]| Hail, mighty ghost, look from on$4$ high and see, 042:19,469[A ]| How much our hands and swords remember thee. 042:19,470[A ]| On$4$ Roundway*Down, our rage for$4$ thy great fall, 042:19,471[A ]| Whet all our spirits and made us Greenvilles all. 042:19,472[A ]| One thousand horse beat all their numerous power, 042:19,473[A ]| Bless me! and where was then their conqueror! 042:19,474[A ]| Coward of fame! he flies in$4$ haste away, 042:19,475[A ]| Men, arms and name leaves as the victors' prey. 042:19,476[A ]| What helped these iron regiments which$6#1$ he brought? 042:19,477[A ]| That$6#1$ moving statues seemed, and so$3$ they fought. 042:19,478[A ]| No$2$ way for$4$ death but by$4$ disease appeared, 042:19,479[A ]| Cannon and mines, a siege, they scarcely feared. 042:19,480[A ]| Till against all hopes they proved in$4$ this sad fight, 042:19,481[A ]| Too weak to$9$ stand and yet too slow for$4$ flight. 042:19,482[A ]| The furies howled aloud through trembling air, 042:19,483[A ]| The astonished snakes fell sadly from their hair. 042:19,484[A ]| To$4$ Lud's proud town their hasty flight they took, 042:19,485[A ]| The towers and temples at their entrance shook. 042:19,486[A ]| In$4$ vain their loss they attempted to$9$ disguise, 042:19,487[A ]| And mustered up$5$ new troops of fruitless lies. 042:19,488[A ]| God fought himself, nor could the event be less, 042:19,489[A ]| Bright conquest walked the fields in$4$ all her dress. 042:19,490[A ]| Could this white day a gift more grateful bring? 042:19,491[A ]| Oh yes! it brought blest Mary to$4$ the king. 042:19,492[A ]| In$4$ Keinton field they meet, at once they view, 042:19,493[A ]| Their former victory and enjoy a new. 042:19,494[A ]| Keinton the place that$6#1$ fortune did approve, 042:19,495[A ]| To$9$ be the noblest scene of war and love. 042:19,496[A ]| Through the glad vale ten thousand cupids fled, 042:19,497[A ]| And chased the wandering spirits of rebels dead. 042:19,498[A ]| Still the loud scent of powder did they fear, 042:19,499[A ]| And scattered eastern smells through all the air. 042:19,500[A ]| Look, happy mount, look well for$3$ this is she, 042:19,501[A ]| That$6#1$ toiled and travailed for$4$ thy victory. 042:19,502[A ]| Thy flourishing head to$4$ her with reverence bow, 042:19,503[A ]| To$4$ her thou owest that$6#2$ fame that$6#1$ crowns thee now. 042:19,504[A ]| From far stretched shores they felt her spirit and might; 042:19,505[A ]| Princes and gods at any distance fight, 042:19,506[A ]| At her return well might she a conquest have, 042:19,507[A ]| Whose very absence so$5#1$ much conquest gave. 042:19,508[A ]| This in$4$ the west; nor did the north bestow 042:19,509[A ]| Less cause their usual gratitude to$9$ show. 042:19,510[A ]| With much of state brave Cavendish issued forth, 042:19,511[A ]| As swift and fierce as tempests from the north, 042:19,512[A ]| Cavendish whom every grace and every muse, 042:19,513[A ]| Kissed at his birth, and for$4$ their own did choose. 042:19,514[A ]| So$5#1$ good a wit they meant should not excel 042:19,515[A ]| In$4$ arms; but now they see it, and like$1$ it well. 042:19,516[A ]| So$5#1$ large is that$6#2$ rich empire of his heart, 042:19,517[A ]| Well may they rest contented with a part. 042:19,518[A ]| How soon forced he the northern clouds to$4$ flight? 042:19,519[A ]| And struck confusion into form and light. 042:19,520[A ]| Scarce did the power divine in$4$ fewer days, 042:19,521[A ]| A peaceful world out of wild chaos raise. 042:19,522[A ]| Bradford and Leeds propped up$5$ their sickly fame, 042:19,523[A ]| They bragged of Hosts and Fairfax was a name; 042:19,524[A ]| Leeds, Bradford, Fairfax's powers are all his own, 042:19,525[A ]| And quickly, as they vote men overthrown. 042:19,526[A ]| Bootes from his wain looked down below, 042:19,527[A ]| And saw our victories move not half so$5#1$ slow. 042:19,528[A ]| I see the gallant earl break through his foes, 042:19,529[A ]| In$4$ dust and sweat how gloriously he shows! 042:19,530[A ]| I see him lead the pikes! what will$1$ he do? 042:19,531[A ]| Defend him god! Ah whither will$1$ he go? 042:19,532[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the cannon mouth he leads; in$4$ vain, 042:19,533[A ]| They speak loud death, and threaten till they are taken. 042:19,534[A ]| So$3$ Capaneus two armies filled with wonder, 042:19,535[A ]| When he charged Jove and grappled with his thunder. 042:19,536[A ]| Both hosts with silence and pale terror shook, 042:19,537[A ]| As if they all, not he, were thunder-struck. 042:19,538[A ]| The courage here and boldness was no$2$ less, 042:19,539[A ]| Only the cause was better and success. 042:19,540[A ]| Heaven will$1$ let nought be by$4$ their cannon done 042:19,541[A ]| Since at Edge-hill they sinned and Burlington. 042:19,542[A ]| Go now, your silly calumnies repeat, 042:19,543[A ]| And make all papists whom ye can not beat. 042:19,544[A ]| Let the world know some way with whom you are vexed, 042:19,545[A ]| And vote them Turks when they overthrow ye next. 042:19,546[A ]| Why will$1$ ye die, fond men! why would ye buy 042:19,547[A ]| At this dear rate your country's slavery? 042:19,548[A ]| Is it liberty? what are those threats we hear 042:19,549[A ]| From the base rout? can liberty be there? 042:19,550[A ]| Why do ye thus the old and new prisons fill? 042:19,551[A ]| When that$6#2$ is the only why, because you will$1$! 042:19,552[A ]| Fain would you make God to$9$ thus tyrannous be, 042:19,553[A ]| And damn poor men by$4$ such a stiff decree. 042:19,554[A ]| Is it property? why do such numbers then 042:19,555[A ]| From God beg vengeance and relief from men? 042:19,556[A ]| Why are the estates and goods seized on$5$ of all 042:19,557[A ]| Whom covetous and malicious men miscall? 042:19,558[A ]| What is more our own than our own lives, but, oh, 042:19,559[A ]| Could Yeomans, or could Bourchier find it so$5#2$? 042:19,560[A ]| The barbarous coward, always used to$9$ fly, 042:19,561[A ]| Did know no$2$ other way to$9$ see men die. 042:19,562[A ]| Or is it religion? what then means your lies, 042:19,563[A ]| Your sacrilege and pulpit blasphemies? 042:19,564[A ]| Why are all sects let loose, that$6#1$ ever had birth 042:19,565[A ]| Since Luther's noise waked the lethargic earth? 042:19,566[A ]| It is madness only; which$6#1$ thou powers above, 042:19,567[A ]| Father of peace, mild lamb, and galless dove, 042:19,568[A ]| Gently allay, restore to$4$ us our sight, 042:19,569[A ]| And then, oh, say once more, Let there be light. 042:19,570[A ]| Speak to$4$ the restless sword, and bid it stay, 042:19,571[A ]| Stop plague and famine whilst they are yet on$4$ the way. 042:19,572[A ]| But if that$3$ still their stubborn hearts they fence, 042:19,573[A ]| With new earth-works and shut thee out from thence, 042:19,574[A ]| Go on$5$, great God, and fight as thou has fought. 042:19,575[A ]| Teach them, or let the world by$4$ them be taught. 042:20,000[' ]| < > 042:20,001[A ]| Thus like$4$ a deluge war came roaring forth, 042:20,002[A ]| The bending west overwhelmed, and rising north. 042:20,003[A ]| A deluge there; and high red tides the while 042:20,004[A ]| Overflowed all parts of Albions's bleeding isle. 042:20,005[A ]| For$3$ dire Alecto, risen from Stygian strand, 042:20,006[A ]| Had scattered strife and arms through all the land. 042:20,007[A ]| In$4$ a black hollow cloud, by$4$ ill winds driven, 042:20,008[A ]| She sat; overshadowed earth and frighted heaven. 042:20,009[A ]| Thus like$4$ Triptolemus through wide air she rode; 042:20,010[A ]| And all the fertile glebe with discords sowed. 042:20,011[A ]| The fatal seed still dropped she as she went, 042:20,012[A ]| And her own clouds with a shrill trumpet rent. 042:20,013[A ]| Great Britain's aged genius heard the sound, 042:20,014[A ]| Shook his grey head, and sunk into the ground. 042:20,015[A ]| The astonished ploughmen the sad noise did hear, 042:20,016[A ]| Looked up$5$ in$4$ vain, and left their work for$4$ fear. 042:20,017[A ]| Pale women heard it from afar, and pressed 042:20,018[A ]| The crying babes close to$4$ their panting breast. 042:20,019[A ]| The nightborn virgin stopped on$4$ Hopton*Heath; 042:20,020[A ]| Thrice filled the baleful trumpt with deadly breath; 042:20,021[A ]| Scarce had the fatal sound thrice strook the air, 042:20,022[A ]| When straight her own dear Gell and Brereton's there. 042:20,023[A ]| Men whom she loved, and twice had saved before 042:20,024[A ]| From Hasting's sword, when thousand fates it bore 042:20,025[A ]| On$4$ the keen point; when from his dropping blade 042:20,026[A ]| Warm souls reeked out, and mists around him made. 042:20,027[A ]| Just as the sword raised itself up$5$ to$4$ his prey, 042:20,028[A ]| In$4$ a blind cloud she snatched them both away. 042:20,029@v | Let now 042:20,029[A ]| (said she) 042:20,029@v | less villains fill their room, 042:20,030@v | These have a race of mischiefs still to$9$ come. 042:20,031[A ]| They have; and now meet here by$4$ her dread call, 042:20,032[A ]| To$9$ bear the curse of great Northampton's fall. 042:20,033[A ]| Up$5$ marched the loyal earl, and joyed to$9$ see 042:20,034[A ]| Their numbers, and vain odds for$4$ victory. 042:20,035[A ]| Still as he marched gay conquest near him kept; 042:20,036[A ]| But still (ah me!) she sighed, and still she wept. 042:20,037[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ their horse our troops advance; and see 042:20,038[A ]| The power of custom! at first charge they flee. 042:20,039[A ]| Their proud-mouthed cannon all forsaken lay; 042:20,040[A ]| Gaped with wide horror, but had nought to$9$ say. 042:20,041[A ]| Why do the conquering troops so$5#1$ far pursue, 042:20,042[A ]| And Edgehill's almost victory renew? 042:20,043[A ]| Whilst the brave earl engaged with enemies round, 042:20,044[A ]| Still gives a death, and still receives a wound? 042:20,045[A ]| O God! his horse is shot; it falls, and throws 042:20,046[A ]| The noble burden into a crown of foes. 042:20,047[A ]| Yet still he fought, till he on$4$ every side 042:20,048[A ]| With slaughtered corps had almost fortified 042:20,049[A ]| The place he stood in$5$; for$3$ each blow he struck, 042:20,050[A ]| Cut out a life and name from fate's large book. 042:20,051[A ]| At last he groans and reels with many a stroke; 042:20,052[A ]| The brambles round all dread the tottering oak. 042:20,053[A ]| They proffer life, but he to$4$ them disdains 042:20,054[A ]| To$9$ owe one drop in$4$ all his generous veins. 042:20,055[A ]| He scorns to$9$ accept the safety of his head 042:20,056[A ]| From villains, who$6#1$ their own had forfeited. 042:20,057[A ]| The fettered souls below of those he slew, 042:20,058[A ]| Cursed his free spirit, whilst up$5$ through air it flew. 042:20,059[A ]| Look back, great spirit, as thou dost mounting go; 042:20,060[A ]| And see thyself again in$4$ the field below. 042:20,061[A ]| Midst the loud throng behold thy gallant son, 042:20,062[A ]| Cut out his way to$4$ fame as thou hast done. 042:20,063[A ]| Like$4$ thee, in$4$ all but death, the brave youth is found, 042:20,064[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ too come too near thee by$4$ wound. 042:20,065[A ]| O stay, bright planet, stay a while, and view, 042:20,066[A ]| Our just revenge set more in$4$ red than you. 042:20,067[A ]| It is gone, and shades drop down on$4$ all; by$4$ night 042:20,068[A ]| The rebels now are saved; at more, by$4$ flight. 042:20,069[A ]| Ye bold Cornavian race, from hence begin 042:20,070[A ]| Your lesson, from hence dread the effects of sin. 042:20,071[A ]| Ope wide your gates; great Rupert is come down; 042:20,072[A ]| What wilt thou do, black Vulcan's noisy town, 042:20,073[A ]| Old Birmingham? loud fame to$4$ thee affords 042:20,074[A ]| A title from the make, not use of swords. 042:20,075[A ]| Did ever Pyracmon and big Brontes prove 042:20,076[A ]| The new-made thunders' force against their Jove? 042:20,077[A ]| The high born Welsh disdain a stop so$5#1$ base; 042:20,078[A ]| Down falls the barbarous Cyclops' sooty race. 042:20,079[A ]| They knock the earth, and every cave around 042:20,080[A ]| Echoes as loud, as to$4$ their anvils sound. 042:20,081[A ]| How bravely there the noble Denbigh lead? 042:20,082[A ]| Till, oh, wide death gaped in$4$ his wounded head. 042:20,083[A ]| An old and youthful soldier! O sad sight! 042:20,084[A ]| The crimson stream all stains his reverend white! 042:20,085[A ]| Go burn the wicked town, and let it all 042:20,086[A ]| Be one bright pyre for$4$ his great funeral. 042:20,087[A ]| Into one glowing forge the whole streets turn; 042:20,088[A ]| So$3$ Etna, Vulcan's other shop, does burn. 042:20,089[A ]| Too late the foolish rebels peace desire; 042:20,090[A ]| Like$4$ Paris's lust quenched when his Troy is on$4$ fire. 042:20,091[A ]| The ghosts see flames beneath, as they drop down, 042:20,092[A ]| And wondering think that$3$ still they view their town. 042:20,093[A ]| The neighbouring Rea starts back with pale affright, 042:20,094[A ]| To$9$ see his waves pierced through with dreadful light. 042:20,095[A ]| Lichfield's strong close beheld this light afar; 042:20,096[A ]| Beheld in$4$ vain, and still prepared for$4$ war. 042:20,097[A ]| Hence, ye profane; this is a sacred place; 042:20,098[A ]| Long hallowed by$4$ the peaceful mitred race 042:20,099[A ]| Of reverend Duina; fear to$9$ offend this see, 042:20,100[A ]| Founded at first, and built by$4$ victory. 042:20,101[A ]| Not here, oh, do not here proud ensigns spread, 042:20,102[A ]| To$9$ affright the ghost of canonised Ced. 042:20,103[A ]| The souls of thousand bishops midst ye stand, 042:20,104[A ]| And with heard prayers add strength to$4$ Rupert's hand. 042:20,105[A ]| Rupert is come, and the place stormed round; 042:20,106[A ]| All shapes of active mischief fill the ground. 042:20,107[A ]| Some whilst the walls (bold men!) they attempt to$9$ scale, 042:20,108[A ]| Drop down by$4$ a leaden storm of deadly hail. 042:20,109[A ]| Some with huge stones are crushed to$4$ dust beneath, 042:20,110[A ]| And from their hasty tombs receive their death. 042:20,111[A ]| Some leave their parted hands on$4$ the highest wall, 042:20,112[A ]| The joints hold fast a while, then quake, and fall. 042:20,113[A ]| Nature and art did courage overpower, 042:20,114[A ]| And the proud wall at last grew conqueror. 042:20,115[A ]| The unwearied prince scorns to$9$ be conquered so$5#2$; 042:20,116[A ]| The labouring spade and pickaxe sound below. 042:20,117[A ]| With a dire noise the earth and wall is rent, 042:20,118[A ]| High into air the unwilling stones are sent. 042:20,119[A ]| Twice all about, the ground did tremble there, 042:20,120[A ]| First with the violent shock, and next with fear. 042:20,121[A ]| The wicked guards thought it had some earthquake been, 042:20,122[A ]| Their souls confessed the guilt of Corah's sin. 042:20,123[A ]| A breach is made, and entered; but, oh, stay; 042:20,124[A ]| Sell not your valours or high fates for$4$ prey. 042:20,125[A ]| Whilst ye seek that$6#2$, behold our soldiers taken, 042:20,126[A ]| The matchless Digby hurt, and Ussher slain, 042:20,127[A ]| The rest driven back by$4$ their despairing steel, 042:20,128[A ]| Achilles*like, our victory slain in$4$ the heel. 042:20,129[A ]| Yet when their boiling veins did once begin 042:20,130[A ]| To$9$ cool and let some thought and providence in$5$; 042:20,131[A ]| When Rupert's spirit they weighed, a spirit no$2$ less 042:20,132[A ]| Driven on$5$ by$4$ ill, than spurred by$4$ good success, 042:20,133[A ]| They yield the place and their lives' forfeit save; 042:20,134[A ]| Reserved by$4$ fate for$4$ some less hallowed grave. 042:20,135[A ]| Unhappy men! who$6#2$ can your curses tell? 042:20,136[A ]| Damned, and infamed for$4$ fighting ill so$5#1$ well! 042:20,137[A ]| Such fate and edge did Lincoln rebels feel 042:20,138[A ]| < > flaming steel. 042:20,139[A ]| Oft did the noble youth whole armies chase; 042:20,140[A ]| Hector in$4$ his hands, and Paris in$4$ his face. 042:20,141[A ]| Oft from his sword the vanquished Parham fled; 042:20,142[A ]| The man looked big, and joyed when he was dead. 042:20,143[A ]| At last old Gainsborough his sad fall beheld; 042:20,144[A ]| And all along Trent's mournful waters swelled. 042:20,145[A ]| Too few the waves that$6#1$ thirty rivers brought. 042:20,146[A ]| The sullen stream crept silent by$4$ his shore, 042:20,147[A ]| Mute as the fish his populous current bore. 042:20,148[A ]| Whilst he, with thousand foes strewed lifeless by$5$, 042:20,149[A ]| In$4$ all the triumphs of brave death did lie. 042:20,150[A ]| Like$4$ some fair flower, which$6#1$ more say freshly gay, 042:20,151[A ]| In$4$ the field's general ruin mown away. 042:20,152[A ]| The hyacinth, or purple violet, 042:20,153[A ]| Just languishing, his coloured light just set. 042:20,154[A ]| Ill mixed it lies amidst the ignobler grass; 042:20,155[A ]| The country daughters sigh as by$4$ it they pass. 042:20,156[A ]| Meanwhile the Essexian army marched about; 042:20,157[A ]| Their Reading blaze by$4$ Chalgrove's storm blown out. 042:20,158[A ]| Down towards their camp avenging angels move; 042:20,159[A ]| Before them clouds of pale diseases drove; 042:20,160[A ]| Faintness, and thirst, madness, and sickly heats; 042:20,161[A ]| The brood God's wrath joined with man's sin begets. 042:20,162[A ]| Armed with this strength death sets at once on$4$ all 042:20,163[A ]| Their quarters; their proud boasts grow weak, and fall. 042:20,164[A ]| Oxford, a prisoner king, and wealthy prey, 042:20,165[A ]| (Bold, seely hopes) sunk into air away. 042:20,166[A ]| A deadly damp does their stiff veins surprise, 042:20,167[A ]| And leaden fate sits in$4$ their fixed eyes. 042:20,168[A ]| The sacred flame wanes in$4$ their tortured heads, 042:20,169[A ]| From thence through all the bones and marrow spreads. 042:20,170[A ]| Their feeble hands the weapons' burden hate, 042:20,171[A ]| And trembling knees deceive their bodies' weight. 042:20,172[A ]| Some fell like$4$ sickly autumn's yellowish leaves, 042:20,173[A ]| The deaths as silent then, as now their graves. 042:20,174[A ]| Some madly talk, blaspheme, and rave about, 042:20,175[A ]| The fiends and furies scourge their spirits out. 042:20,176[A ]| The pent-up fire in$4$ their wild heads does swell; 042:20,177[A ]| And their scorched souls drop roaring into hell. 042:20,178[A ]| Great God, thine hosts from such a curse defend; 042:20,179[A ]| May none but rebels' lives so$5#1$ sadly end! 042:20,180[A ]| Some whilst the watch and sentinels they keep, 042:20,181[A ]| Nod into a black and everlasting sleep. 042:20,182[A ]| Some, as they move, their ranks and lives forsake, 042:20,183[A ]| And a quick march to$4$ eternal quarters make. 042:20,184[A ]| Their fellows gaze around, amazed to$9$ espy 042:20,185[A ]| So$5#1$ many fall, and yet no$2$ Rupert nigh. 042:20,186[A ]| The Essexian ghosts below all wondering stood, 042:20,187[A ]| To$9$ see whole troops come down unstained with blood. 042:20,188[A ]| In$4$ vain they oft remove, change of the air, 042:20,189[A ]| Up$5$ march the vengeful angels of their rear. 042:20,190[A ]| Infections brought them in$5$ by$4$ every wind; 042:20,191[A ]| And swarmed of country curses crowd behind. 042:20,192[A ]| Towards London's frantic town the tawny host 042:20,193[A ]| Retreats, and there sighs forth a fruitless boast. 042:20,194[A ]| Before from Keinton such torn pride they brought, 042:20,195[A ]| Then God and man, but God alone now fought. 042:20,196[A ]| At the same time he fought almost alone, 042:20,197[A ]| When Waller's boastful powers were overthrown. 042:20,198[A ]| Both to$4$ their dens, well worried both, retreat, 042:20,199[A ]| There snarl, and grin, and brag which$6#1$ least was beat. 042:20,200[A ]| When (lo!) two armies by$4$ two princes led, 042:20,201[A ]| At Bristol's walls their conquering crosses spread. 042:20,202[A ]| Where beauteous Frome weds Avon's wealthy tide, 042:20,203[A ]| (Avon stout bridegroom, Frome a lovely bride) 042:20,204[A ]| Bristol, the goodly city, stands alone; 042:20,205[A ]| And sees two countries, but submits to$4$ none. 042:20,206[A ]| Herself alone a province large and wide, 042:20,207[A ]| For$3$ what in$4$ land she wants, in$4$ sea is supplied. 042:20,208[A ]| The furthest eastern waves her arms can tell, 042:20,209[A ]| And magellanic fishes know them well. 042:20,210[A ]| Nowhere can Thetis her blue head uprear, 042:20,211[A ]| Nowhere look round, and not see Bristol there. 042:20,212[A ]| All nature was her own by$4$ wide commerce, 042:20,213[A ]| And her rich streets saw all the universe. 042:20,214[A ]| Thus streams of wealth flowed in$5$ with every tide, 042:20,215[A ]| But in$4$ rushed fullness of bread, and pride. 042:20,216[A ]| Straight they the bonds of freest duty broke, 042:20,217[A ]| And from their necks cast Charles's gentle yoke. 042:20,218[A ]| Instead of him whom heaven did highest place, 042:20,219[A ]| The son of two great kingdoms' crowned race, 042:20,220[A ]| Whom did these senseless sinners choose to$9$ obey, 042:20,221[A ]| Whom but the unworthy seed of factious Say? 042:20,222[A ]| At once their faith and reason forsook; 042:20,223[A ]| The devil for$4$ God, and Fiennes for$4$ Charles they took. 042:20,224[A ]| In$4$ vain their strong-built castle makes them bold, 042:20,225[A ]| In$4$ vain, though it boast a prisoner king of old. 042:20,226[A ]| In$4$ vain, alas, they trust the works they have made, 042:20,227[A ]| And think our sword less powerful than the spade. 042:20,228[A ]| Should fates again give Briareus a birth 042:20,229[A ]| And all those great first rebels of the earth. 042:20,230[A ]| Should they assist your arms (as sure they do) 042:20,231[A ]| And cast up$5$ works of hills on$4$ hills for$4$ you. 042:20,232[A ]| Not those would guard this cause in$4$ which$6#1$ ye fight, 042:20,233[A ]| Nor Fiennes guard them although his cause were right. 042:20,234[A ]| Rupert this side, and Maurice that$6#2$, assail; 042:20,235[A ]| Never yet did Rupert, never did Maurice fail 042:20,236[A ]| In$4$ what their swords were drawn for$5$; at first sight 042:20,237[A ]| Of their keen blades did fate our victory write. 042:20,238[A ]| On$4$ this side Maurice with the nimble might 042:20,239[A ]| Of strong-limbed western youth, begins the fight. 042:20,240[A ]| They scorn the grimmest dangers of the place; 042:20,241[A ]| Still Lansdown, Stratton is still before their face. 042:20,242[A ]| They joy to$9$ kill their foes, they joy to$9$ die; 042:20,243[A ]| In$4$ the deep trenches proud and gasping lie, 042:20,244[A ]| Glad even in$4$ death, if they can fill them so$5#2$; 042:20,245[A ]| A stream of enemies' blood does downward flow. 042:20,246[A ]| But, oh, what devil misled those shot so$5#1$ right; 042:20,247[A ]| And added fate to$4$ their uncertain flight, 042:20,248[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ they Slaning, and Trevanion found? 042:20,249[A ]| They could not sure have meant so$5#1$ proud a wound. 042:20,250[A ]| Both hit, as if they had both a mind to$9$ spare; 042:20,251[A ]| Both in$4$ the thigh; but, oh, death crept in$5$ there! 042:20,252[A ]| Both matchless men! and friends so$5#1$ nearly grown, 042:20,253[A ]| That$3$ each felt least that$6#2$ wound which$6#1$ was his own. 042:20,254[A ]| Meanwhile great Rupert by$4$ main force possessed 042:20,255[A ]| Their blood-dyed works, and to$4$ victory pressed. 042:20,256[A ]| Into the streets they break; and all around 042:20,257[A ]| The groans of men, and shrieks of women sound. 042:20,258[A ]| There valiant Lunsford, there the hero fell, 042:20,259[A ]| And with rich blood did their base channels swell. 042:20,260[A ]| The accursed bullet his strong heart pierced through; 042:20,261[A ]| Away his spirit, swift as the bullet flew. 042:20,262[A ]| O sad! two minutes more had conquest shown; 042:20,263[A ]| Just now they beg their lives, and yield the town. 042:20,264[A ]| They march unarmed away; the conquerors give 042:20,265[A ]| A pardon, but fate only a reprieve. 042:20,266[A ]| Then first did Fiennes's conscience ache and smart, 042:20,267[A ]| Then first the vengeful serpents stung his heart. 042:20,268[A ]| His guilty soul shook with each blast of wind; 042:20,269[A ]| The tread of Rupert's horse still sounds behind. 042:20,270[A ]| Still on$4$ each side his murders vex his sight, 042:20,271[A ]| Bourchier on$4$ the left, and Yeomans on$4$ the right. 042:20,272[A ]| Halters and brands the angry figure shakes; 042:20,273[A ]| The palfry starts, the rider sweats and quakes. 042:20,274[A ]| Thus happy now was Bristol forced to$9$ be; 042:20,275[A ]| And Charles laid here fast hold upon$4$ his sea. 042:20,276[A ]| From hence great Maurice with his western force, 042:20,277[A ]| To$4$ Isca's stubborn siege turn back their course. 042:20,278[A ]| Isca an ancient,strong, and factious town; 042:20,279[A ]| Peace gave it wealth, and often wars, renown. 042:20,280[A ]| Here did the race of Saxon triumphs stay, 042:20,281[A ]| Troy's fatal seed they drove from hence away. 042:20,282[A ]| Hither the Danes' victorious poleaxe came; 042:20,283[A ]| It felt great Sweno's rage in$4$ blood and flame. 042:20,284[A ]| Yet they the swelling Norman durst oppose, 042:20,285[A ]| Till heaven itself, declared which$6#1$ side it had chose. 042:20,286[A ]| Down at his feet, down fell the unbattered wall; 042:20,287[A ]| The city's stones did homage first of all. 042:20,288[A ]| Strange was the sight; yet not so$5#1$ strange a show 042:20,289[A ]| That$3$ they fell then, as that$3$ they fell not now. 042:20,290[A ]| Thrice since that$6#2$ time did they a siege sustain; 042:20,291[A ]| First Courtney's wrath here tired itself in$4$ vain. 042:20,292[A ]| In$4$ vain did Warbeck's tragic pageant here, 042:20,293[A ]| With arms as weak, as his false claim, appear. 042:20,294[A ]| The painted rose was here discerned too well, 042:20,295[A ]| All his false leaves soon lost their hue and fell. 042:20,296[A ]| Much of good fame did this good action get; 042:20,297[A ]| And Henry's sword bears witness still of it. 042:20,298[A ]| Alas, thou wisest king, what hast thou done? 042:20,299[A ]| They will$1$ use it against thy best and greatest son. 042:20,300[A ]| Again they prove their faith, and nobly fight 042:20,301[A ]| Against sword, and famine, and the Cornish might. 042:20,302[A ]| The Cornish then rebel, the Cornish fall; 042:20,303[A ]| Their strength (we see) and boldness is not all. 042:20,304[A ]| The causes change now changes both their dooms; 042:20,305[A ]| Isca rebels, and Cornwall overcomes. 042:20,306[A ]| Warwick, the public pirate, brings them aid, 042:20,307[A ]| And dares, like$4$ an high tide, the land invade. 042:20,308[A ]| He seeks his prey both upon$4$ earth and sea; 042:20,309[A ]| So$3$ lives the doubtful crocodile and he. 042:20,310[A ]| What dares not he who$6#1$ can like$4$ Jonas sleep 042:20,311[A ]| In$4$ midst of his rebellion and the deep. 042:20,312[A ]| Who$6#1$ can a mind constant in$4$ sin retain 042:20,313[A ]| Amidst those dreadful wonders of the main, 042:20,314[A ]| Who$6#1$ fears no$2$ shipwreck, which$6#1$ the storms foretell, 042:20,315[A ]| When mutinous waves rise up$5$, and winds rebel! 042:20,316[A ]| And yet on$4$ Exe's streams he learned to$9$ fear, 042:20,317[A ]| There rose a new and deadlier tempest there. 042:20,318[A ]| The cannon's murdering blasts from either shore 042:20,319[A ]| Their canoes' pride and thin-built safety tore. 042:20,320[A ]| Here a tall ship sunk by$4$ degrees below, 042:20,321[A ]| The decks yet seen, now masts, and nothing now. 042:20,322[A ]| Here float the waves, and there the men about; 042:20,323[A ]| In$5$ rush the waves, and crowd their wet souls out. 042:20,324[A ]| Some feel hot wounds shot through the dashing flood, 042:20,325[A ]| They drink in$5$ water, and supplied it with blood. 042:20,326[A ]| Some, not yet slain, are caught by$4$ fish beneath, 042:20,327[A ]| And feel their painful burial before their death. 042:20,328[A ]| Here on$4$ the stream two ships for$4$ waters call; 042:20,329[A ]| The stream looks on$5$, and brings no$2$ help at all. 042:20,330[A ]| A natural hate though to$4$ the flame he bore, 042:20,331[A ]| He will$1$ not quench it; but hates the rebels more. 042:20,332[A ]| So$3$ cold and heat on$4$ Etna's top conspire, 042:20,333[A ]| Here frost lie bound, and by$4$ them breaks out fire. 042:20,334[A ]| A secure peace the faithful neighbours keep; 042:20,335[A ]| The emboldened snow next to$4$ the flame does sleep. 042:20,336[A ]| Some to$9$ avoid the fires embrace a wave; 042:20,337[A ]| Some, burning planks, from waves their life to$9$ save. 042:20,338[A ]| What help, alas, could in$4$ this change appear? 042:20,339[A ]| Only the death that$6#1$ is next them, that$6#2$ they fear. 042:20,340[A ]| Warwick beholds dead corps around him swim, 042:20,341[A ]| And their last breath heard, when it cursed him. 042:20,342[A ]| He dares not longer his just fortune try; 042:20,343[A ]| In$4$ haste, but slow, the battered vessels fly. 042:20,344[A ]| How was the hoping town that$6#2$ night dismayed, 042:20,345[A ]| When the next tide cast up$5$ to$4$ them their aid. 042:20,346[A ]| Thus happy Charles obtained without the sea 042:20,347[A ]| And without ships a naval victory. 042:20,348[A ]| This timely blow well broke the Exetrian pride; 042:20,349[A ]| Nor could they long our fierce assaults abide. 042:20,350[A ]| With Bristol's fate Stamford the town resigns; 042:20,351[A ]| No$2$ precedent so$5#1$ fit for$4$ him, as Fiennes! 042:20,352[A ]| Beware next, Plymouth; for$3$ if future things, 042:20,353[A ]| Never fail my prophesying muse, in$4$ what she sings, 042:20,354[A ]| Thy conquest soon fame from my pen shall get; 042:20,355[A ]| Meanwhile a sadder victory calls for$4$ it yet. 042:20,356[A ]| The imperial host before proud Gloucester lay; 042:20,357[A ]| From all parts conquest did her beams display. 042:20,358[A ]| Fear, sadness, guilt, despair at London meet; 042:20,359[A ]| And in$4$ black smokes fly thick through every street. 042:20,360[A ]| Their best towns lost, no$2$ army left to$9$ fight! 042:20,361[A ]| Charles strong in$4$ power, invincible in$4$ right! 042:20,362[A ]| If he march up$5$, what shall these wretches do? 042:20,363[A ]| They are troubled all; and hell was troubled too. 042:20,364[A ]| Beneath the silent chambers of the earth, 042:20,365[A ]| Where the sun's fruitful beams give metals birth. 042:20,366[A ]| Where he the growth of fatal gold does see, 042:20,367[A ]| Gold, which$6#1$ above more influence has than he. 042:20,368[A ]| Beneath the dens, where unfleshed tempests lie, 042:20,369[A ]| And infant winds their tender voices try. 042:20,370[A ]| Beneath the mighty oceans' wealthy caves; 042:20,371[A ]| Beneath the eternal fountain of all waves, 042:20,372[A ]| Where their vast court the mother waters keep, 042:20,373[A ]| And undisturbed by$4$ moons in$4$ silence sleep. 042:20,374[A ]| There is a place, deep, wondrous deep below, 042:20,375[A ]| Which$6#1$ genuine night and horror does overflow. 042:20,376[A ]| No$2$ bound controls the unwearied space; but hell, 042:20,377[A ]| Endless as those dire pains which$6#1$ in$4$ it dwell. 042:20,378[A ]| Here no$2$ dear glimpse of the sun's lovely face, 042:20,379[A ]| Strikes through the solid darkness of the place. 042:20,380[A ]| No$2$ dawning morn does her kind reds display; 042:20,381[A ]| One slight, weak beam, would here be thought the day. 042:20,382[A ]| No$2$ gentle with their fair drops of light 042:20,383[A ]| Offend the tyrannous and unquestioned night. 042:20,384[A ]| Here rebel minds in$4$ envious torments lie; 042:20,385[A ]| Must here forever live, forever die. 042:20,386[A ]| Here Lucifer, the mighty captive reigns, 042:20,387[A ]| Proud midst his woes, and tyrant in$4$ his chains. 042:20,388[A ]| Once general of a gilded host of spirits, 042:20,389[A ]| Like$4$ Hesper, leading on$5$ the spangled nights. 042:20,390[A ]| But down like$4$ lightning, which$6#1$ him struck, he came, 042:20,391[A ]| And roared at his first plunge into the flame. 042:20,392[A ]| Myriads of spirits fell wounded round him there; 042:20,393[A ]| With dropping lights thick shone the singed air. 042:20,394[A ]| Since them the dismal solace of their woe, 042:20,395[A ]| Has only been weak mankind to$9$ undo. 042:20,396[A ]| Round the fond earth their thin-wrought nets they throw; 042:20,397[A ]| Worlds of mad souls come crowding down below. 042:20,398[A ]| But their dear sin, the sin themselves dare boast, 042:20,399[A ]| The sin they love in$4$ man, and punish most, 042:20,400[A ]| Is proud rebellion, their great son, and sire; 042:20,401[A ]| Which$6#1$ kindled first, now blows the eternal fire. 042:20,402[A ]| A tall and dreadful fiend! with double face, 042:20,403[A ]| One virgin*like, and full of painted grace. 042:20,404[A ]| Fair seemed her hue, and modest seemed her guise; 042:20,405[A ]| Her eyes cast up$5$ towards heaven in$4$ holy wise. 042:20,406[A ]| From her false mouth kind words did always fly, 042:20,407@v | Religion, reformation, liberty! 042:20,408[A ]| Oft sung she psalms, and oft made zealous prayers; 042:20,409[A ]| All long and loud, to$9$ cheat the unknowing ears. 042:20,410[A ]| Her other face was grisly black of hue, 042:20,411[A ]| And from her staring eyes fierce lightning flew. 042:20,412[A ]| Her wicked mouth spoke proud and bitter things, 042:20,413[A ]| Blasphemed God's church, and cursed anointed kings. 042:20,414[A ]| Thousand wild lies from her bold lips there came; 042:20,415[A ]| Her words were bullets, and her breath was flame. 042:20,416[A ]| Thus as she went, she enraged the beastly rout, 042:20,417[A ]| And hurled unbounded ruin all about. 042:20,418[A ]| Like$4$ a rough wind all rest and peace she hates, 042:20,419[A ]| And joys in$4$ the earth-quakes of well-grounded states. 042:20,420[A ]| Good God! what hosts has this worst fiend of death, 042:20,421[A ]| Sent mangled to$4$ the unlovely lands beneath. 042:20,422[A ]| There factious Corah and his murmurers roar; 042:20,423[A ]| Still curse great Moses, but themselves much more. 042:20,424[A ]| Through gaping gulfs thither alive they fell; 042:20,425[A ]| And skipped over the first death, with haste to$4$ hell. 042:20,426[A ]| By$4$ them, the men, whose factious hiss and sting, 042:20,427[A ]| Did the just scourge of forked serpents bring. 042:20,428[A ]| How did their new-come souls start back with fear, 042:20,429[A ]| Meeting again their fiery serpents here! 042:20,430[A ]| David's proud son hangs up$5$ in$4$ flames by$4$ the hair; 042:20,431[A ]| A thousand fiends stand round and wound him there. 042:20,432[A ]| Still with fresh darts his dropping limbs they tore, 042:20,433[A ]| As Joab, and the young men did before. 042:20,434[A ]| By$4$ him the politic wretch, so$5#1$ fondly wise, 042:20,435[A ]| Forever hangs, and as he died, he dies 042:20,436[A ]| And curses both, and hell, and heaven, and all. 042:20,437[A ]| By$4$ them still Sheba does his trumpet sound; 042:20,438[A ]| Fool! for$3$ it calls the torturing fiends around. 042:20,439[A ]| And there lie those, who$6#1$ cut old Jacob's stem, 042:20,440[A ]| And rent in$4$ twain the Jessian diadem. 042:20,441[A ]| What though the tyrannous king their prayers denied? 042:20,442[A ]| What though God spoke it, and fate was on$4$ their side? 042:20,443[A ]| They who$6#1$ their princes' scourge disdained to$9$ bear, 042:20,444[A ]| Are by$4$ worse tyrants lashed with scorpions there. 042:20,445[A ]| There Baasha's head wears still a burning crown, 042:20,446[A ]| And Zimri, whose wild spirit came smoking down. 042:20,447[A ]| In$4$ such fierce flames the traitor now is fried, 042:20,448[A ]| That$3$ he thinks those scarce warm, in$4$ which$6#1$ he died. 042:20,449[A ]| What tongue can all these dismal stars of hell, 042:20,450[A ]| (As numberless, as those heaven shines with) tell? 042:20,451[A ]| But of all lands, (though all send millions in$5$) 042:20,452[A ]| More bountiful than Albion none hath been. 042:20,453[A ]| There thousand stubborn barons fettered lie, 042:20,454[A ]| And curse their old vain noise of liberty. 042:20,455[A ]| They who$6#1$ their angry sovereign to$9$ oppose, 042:20,456[A ]| The hateful yoke of France and Lewis chose. 042:20,457[A ]| A vain pretence from John's bad act they bring; 042:20,458[A ]| John was a fond wild man, but yet their king. 042:20,459[A ]| Next them their sons, who$6#1$ vexed old Henry's crown, 042:20,460[A ]| Blunted his sword, and his throne plucked down. 042:20,461[A ]| Who$6#1$ lopped all branches from the royal oak, 042:20,462[A ]| And into many parts the sceptre broke. 042:20,463[A ]| Montford the chief, the falsest son of earth, 042:20,464[A ]| Till these ungodly times gave ***** birth. 042:20,465[A ]| They who$6#1$ unhappy Edward cast so$5#1$ low, 042:20,466[A ]| His wicked queen around whose head does grow 042:20,467[A ]| A crown of torturing flame, that$6#1$ shines, and burns; 042:20,468[A ]| Her Mortimer close by$5$ forever mourns. 042:20,469[A ]| Their scorching lusts and all their hot desires 042:20,470[A ]| Are now extinquished quite by$4$ greater fires. 042:20,471[A ]| The unchristian bishop too who$6#1$ first did preach 042:20,472[A ]| What now these bishop-haters boldlier teach. 042:20,473[A ]| Tormenting heats his subtle brain surprise, 042:20,474@w | Oh mine head aches still mine head aches, 042:20,474[A ]| he cries. 042:20,475[A ]| But all the art and rage of death does still 042:20,476[A ]| Matrevers's spirit and barbarous Gurney's kill. 042:20,477[A ]| The pains that$6#1$ dying Edward felt before 042:20,478[A ]| Would seem his heaven, if only those they bore. 042:20,479[A ]| Nor did the second Richard's doleful end 042:20,480[A ]| A lesser troop to$4$ these black mansions send. 042:20,481[A ]| Hither his lords, hither his commons come; 042:20,482[A ]| No$2$ privilege can save them from the doom. 042:20,483[A ]| There Warwick lies, who$6#1$ like$4$ a god awhile 042:20,484[A ]| Raised and pulled down the king of Albion's isle. 042:20,485[A ]| There Gloucester whom no$2$ sacred life withstood 042:20,486[A ]| (Blood-thirsty man!) is drowned in$4$ boiling blood. 042:20,487[A ]| The deformed wretch grinning with pain does show 042:20,488[A ]| Far uglier now than any fiend below. 042:20,489[A ]| There too an endless multitude is spread, 042:20,490[A ]| By$4$ Kets and Cades and Tylers thither led. 042:20,491[A ]| Long darkness now their ignorance does repay; 042:20,492[A ]| Blind, stubborn men, that$6#1$ hither groped their way! 042:20,493[A ]| The accursed powder-traitors there remain, 042:20,494[A ]| (Never yet did hell, never shall such sinners gain) 042:20,495[A ]| Still by$4$ swift flames they are torn, and blown up$5$ high, 042:20,496[A ]| Still those swift flames the nimbler fiends supply. 042:20,497[A ]| But never did the large threshing-floor below 042:20,498[A ]| A richer crop than this year's harvest know. 042:20,499[A ]| At once whole fields of ripened traitors fell; 042:20,500[A ]| It is only peace breeds scarcity in$4$ hell. 042:20,501[A ]| Which$6#1$ that$3$ the Stygian tyrant might prevent, 042:20,502[A ]| He calls below a dreadful parliament. 042:20,503[A ]| Deep in$4$ a dismal den, Beelzebub's hall, 042:20,504[A ]| The fiends all meet at their grim sovereign's call. 042:20,505[A ]| From every part of that$6#2$ wide land they come; 042:20,506[A ]| The souls awhile rest from their endless doom. 042:20,507[A ]| They rest a while; but woe to$4$ man above! 042:20,508[A ]| For$3$ none but mighty ills these sessions move, 042:20,509[A ]| The change of a religion or a state, 042:20,510[A ]| Mischiefs of greatest consequence and weight. 042:20,511[A ]| The affairs of bleeding Britain called them now; 042:20,512[A ]| Alas, unhappy isle, what wilt thou do! 042:20,513[A ]| They all sit down, and from his direful throne 042:20,514[A ]| Of burnished flames the tyrant rose alone. 042:20,515[A ]| Much anger in$4$ his words, much in$4$ his look; 042:20,516[A ]| The fiends themselves, and all hell's empire shook. 042:20,517@b | My friends and fellow gods, 042:20,518@b | I need not, I suppose, the desperate state, 042:20,519@b | Of all our British hopes to$4$ you relate, 042:20,520@b | You have heard and seen it, and are ashamed, I know, 042:20,521@b | To$9$ see our bold confederates fallen so$5#1$ low, 042:20,522@b | Since coward Fiennes did from lost Bristol flee, 042:20,523@b | Against those solemn oaths to$4$ his god and me. 042:20,524@b | Which$6#2$ shall we endure? shall we sit tame and still, 042:20,525@b | Suffering a cause so$5#1$ unjust to$9$ thrive so$5#1$ ill? 042:20,526@b | Shall we behold long sleepy peace again, 042:20,527@b | The ills of Charles's dull and godly reign? 042:20,528@b | Shall we again the bishops' pride behold, 042:20,529@b | Which$6#1$ sixteen hundred years hath us controlled? 042:20,530@b | It must not be; by$4$ my great self I swear 042:20,531@b | Had I another heaven I would venture it here; 042:20,532@b | The cause is ours, ours the chief gain will$1$ be; 042:20,533@b | Is Say or Pym concerned so$5#1$ much as we? 042:20,534@b | Go then, haste all to$4$ Lud's seditious town; 042:20,535@b | Ye know and love it, scarce hell is more your own. 042:20,536@b | There is nothing now your great design to$9$ stay, 042:20,537@b | God, and his troublesome spirits are gone away. 042:20,538@b | I heard the voice, I heard it bid them go; 042:20,539@b | It was a good sound! they left Jerusalem so$5#2$. 042:20,540@b | Seek first the men who$6#1$ our high business sway, 042:20,541@b | Saint-John, the Vanes, Kimbolton, Pym and Say. 042:20,542@b | Without a noise possess their souls, get in$5$ 042:20,543@b | As subtly as the close original sin 042:20,544@b | Seizes the new-formed infant in$4$ the womb; 042:20,545@b | And let your acts show first that$3$ you are come. 042:20,546@b | Urge their loud fears, unmask their ugly guilt; 042:20,547@b | Too shallow is yet the stream of blood they have spilt; 042:20,548@b | Tell them they all on$4$ dangerous rocks are cast, 042:20,549@b | And some high tide must bring them off at last. 042:20,550@b | Bid them rush on$5$, break through all sins their way; 042:20,551@b | Vengeance behind overtakes them if they stay. 042:20,552@b | With such bold deeds let them the world amaze, 042:20,553@b | That$3$ men shall find no$2$ leisure to$9$ dispraise. 042:20,554@b | Tell them what mighty names they are like$5$ to$9$ grow, 042:20,555@b | Whilst modest Catiline blushes here below; 042:20,556@b | With shame and envy their high acts he sees, 042:20,557@b | And seems a Cicero when compared to$4$ these. 042:20,558@b | Tell them how brave a funeral they may have, 042:20,559@b | They and three kingdoms with them in$4$ one grave. 042:20,560@b | When they shall say to$4$ fate, you owe us more, 042:20,561@b | Than all your famines and sick years before, 042:20,562@b | When each shall public ruin round him see, 042:20,563@b | And as he falls, cry out, it was done by$4$ me. 042:20,564@b | Their gallant deeds (my friends) will$1$ ours excel; 042:20,565@b | We, we ourselves from heaven less nobly fell. 042:20,566@b | This at the worst; then brighter things suggest; 042:20,567@b | All the bold hopes that$6#1$ swell a traitor's breast, 042:20,568@b | Conquest with slaughter (else it will$1$ make no$2$ show), 042:20,569@b | The crown cast down to$4$ earth, the king more low, 042:20,570@b | The church's lands (alas, what is that$6#2$? it is less, 042:20,571@b | Than will$1$ suffice their very wantonness, 042:20,572@b | Much less their avarice), all the kingdom's wealth, 042:20,573@b | Theirs not as now by$4$ borrowing, plunder, stealth, 042:20,574@b | But openly confessed and by$4$ a law; 042:20,575@b | For$3$ such shall votes be then, and such their awe. 042:20,576@b | The estates and lives shall be their own of all 042:20,577@b | Whom they by$4$ unpopular names but please to$9$ call, 042:20,578@b | Their rage and furious avarice shall appear, 042:20,579@b | Boundless as Marius's sword and Sylla's spear. 042:20,580@b | If in$4$ their misty souls there chance to$9$ shine 042:20,581@b | The smallest peaceful glimpse of light divine, 042:20,582@b | Raise up$5$ new fogs, and thicken clouds apace, 042:20,583@b | Till all our night of hell confuse the place. 042:20,584@b | Next to$4$ their priests; use here all art and care; 042:20,585@b | Be you to$4$ them what they to$4$ the people are. 042:20,586@b | Their sordid souls with dull rewards inflame, 042:20,587@b | Large feasts and larger gifts and popular fame. 042:20,588@b | But sometimes shake the halter and the chain, 042:20,589@b | Show them their islands and new world again. 042:20,590@b | Bid them now groan and knock the pulpit more, 042:20,591@b | Pray longer and preach louder than before, 042:20,592@b | Bid them renew old blasphemies and fling 042:20,593@b | All texts of wicked princes at their king, 042:20,594@b | Bid them their mouth-granadoes cast about, 042:20,595@b | Till their own fires seize all the catching rout. 042:20,596@b | Then into every street your force divide, 042:20,597@b | Swarm like$4$ the plagues that$6#1$ scourged old Pharaoh's pride, 042:20,598@b | Men's breasts with thirst of blood and fury fill. 042:20,599@b | Spare not, for$3$ it will$1$ be thought God's spirit still. 042:20,600@b | Strengthen weak rebels and confirm the bold, 042:20,601@b | Add fuel to$4$ the hot, inflame the cold. 042:20,602@b | In$4$ different shapes to$4$ differing minds appear, 042:20,603@b | In$4$ shapes of hope and zeal and hate and fear. 042:20,604@b | Learn this wise art from your grand enemy Paul, 042:20,605@b | And to$9$ gain some, do you turn all to$4$ all. 042:20,606@b | Pluck from their hearts each mild and sober thought, 042:20,607@b | Till war and public woe with joy be bought 042:20,608@b | Even by$4$ the covetous, till pale cowards fight, 042:20,609@b | And all men crowd to$4$ ruin with delight. 042:20,610@b | Cease not, my friends, till you their ensigns spy, 042:20,611@b | Advanced against Charles's army and the sky. 042:20,612@b | The rest when once their banners spread ye see 042:20,613@b | Leave to$4$ the eternal justice and to$4$ me.