Bacchanalia or A Description of a Drunken Club. A Poem [by Charles Darby] |
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Some talk of Bajazet's great Battel;
'Twas more a Tumult, than a Fight
I would more Execution with one
Well-Marshal'd, resolute Troop, have done,
Than Tannerlane's long drove of Motley Cattel.
And Cannæ Field (to speak the right)
Was meerly lost for want
Of Courage both, and Management.
O, how I would have knockt, had I been there,
And kickt, and cuff'd, that Punick Cur,
As long as He could stir!
I would have giv'n him Beef to's Vineger.
The Stripling Macedonian,
What was he to a Man,
Although his Legends make a mighty pother?
And those two Roman Boys,
Who in Pharsalian Fray did make such noise
(As Lucan prates) they did but spit at one another.
'Twas more a Tumult, than a Fight
I would more Execution with one
Well-Marshal'd, resolute Troop, have done,
Than Tannerlane's long drove of Motley Cattel.
And Cannæ Field (to speak the right)
Was meerly lost for want
Of Courage both, and Management.
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And kickt, and cuff'd, that Punick Cur,
As long as He could stir!
I would have giv'n him Beef to's Vineger.
The Stripling Macedonian,
What was he to a Man,
Although his Legends make a mighty pother?
And those two Roman Boys,
Who in Pharsalian Fray did make such noise
(As Lucan prates) they did but spit at one another.
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