Bacchanalia or A Description of a Drunken Club. A Poem [by Charles Darby] |
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 | Bacchanalia |  |
The World did ne're yet know
What Resolution, join'd with Art, could do.
Could I but find
A pack of Heroes to my mind,
And of as clear
A Valour, as my self; I'd not dispair
To rid poor Christendom of all its fear.
I'd seize the Turk in his own Dardanells,
That all the Spells
Of Magick Art, should never set him free.
Then wafting o're the Euxine Sea,
To Cham of Tartary,
I'd make his Cham-ship, and his flat-fac'd men
For eating raw Horse-legs agen.
The Persian King
I'd take, and in his Carpets roll
Him up, like his own Silk-Worms; and so bring
Him quite away under my Arm. Mogoll
I'd make to stoop. Or, if he durst advance
His sturdy Lance,
I'd hamstring him, and all his Elephants.
So passing on
To China, and Japan,
To Africk shore, and to American,
I'd Conquer th' Universe, in far less bound
Of time, than lazy Drake, or Magellan, could sail it round.
What Resolution, join'd with Art, could do.
Could I but find
A pack of Heroes to my mind,
And of as clear
A Valour, as my self; I'd not dispair
To rid poor Christendom of all its fear.
I'd seize the Turk in his own Dardanells,
That all the Spells
Of Magick Art, should never set him free.
Then wafting o're the Euxine Sea,
To Cham of Tartary,
I'd make his Cham-ship, and his flat-fac'd men
For eating raw Horse-legs agen.
The Persian King
I'd take, and in his Carpets roll
Him up, like his own Silk-Worms; and so bring
Him quite away under my Arm. Mogoll
I'd make to stoop. Or, if he durst advance
His sturdy Lance,
I'd hamstring him, and all his Elephants.
So passing on
To China, and Japan,
To Africk shore, and to American,
I'd Conquer th' Universe, in far less bound
Of time, than lazy Drake, or Magellan, could sail it round.
| Bacchanalia | |