The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
CXXXI. 1 Samuel, Chap. XVII. Ver. 57. Chap. XVIII. to Ver. 4.
The Friendship of David and Jonathan. A Digression concerning Friendship.
Ghastly, and pale, and dropping putrid Gore,
His impious Mouth blaspheming now no more;
The Monster's Head to Saul young David bore:
Scarce cou'd the conqu'ring Army bear the sight;
The Hero scarcely cou'd support its weight:
What loud Applause his Actions justly gain!
What Songs, recording his Ten thousands slain!
Ev'n then the growing Seeds of Ill infest
With jealous Envy Saul's malignant Breast:
The Fair commend the Youth, the Brave approv'd,
But matchless Jonathan admir'd and lov'd:
By ev'ry Word and graceful Action charm'd,
His princely Breast with sacred Friendship warm'd:
Insensibly the kindly Ardor stole,
And wrought itself within his secret Soul:
He gave his Sword and Bow—The Gift was poor,
His noble Heart was David's all before.
His impious Mouth blaspheming now no more;
The Monster's Head to Saul young David bore:
Scarce cou'd the conqu'ring Army bear the sight;
The Hero scarcely cou'd support its weight:
What loud Applause his Actions justly gain!
What Songs, recording his Ten thousands slain!
Ev'n then the growing Seeds of Ill infest
With jealous Envy Saul's malignant Breast:
The Fair commend the Youth, the Brave approv'd,
But matchless Jonathan admir'd and lov'd:
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His princely Breast with sacred Friendship warm'd:
Insensibly the kindly Ardor stole,
And wrought itself within his secret Soul:
He gave his Sword and Bow—The Gift was poor,
His noble Heart was David's all before.
What art thou, Friendship's now forgotten Name,
Who dost with Heav'n ambitious Kindred claim?
No cold Acquaintance, no unhallow'd Fire,
By Interest fann'd, or kindled by Desire:
Where both the same, no Sympathy is shown,
There's no exchange of Souls where both are one.
Who dost with Heav'n ambitious Kindred claim?
No cold Acquaintance, no unhallow'd Fire,
By Interest fann'd, or kindled by Desire:
Where both the same, no Sympathy is shown,
There's no exchange of Souls where both are one.
As Light, which claims the Sun its glorious Cause,
Its bless'd Effect our Joy and Wonder draws,
Yet scorns a narrow Definition's Laws;
So all admire thy Power; but what thou art,
We must not ask the Tongue, but ask the Heart.
Its bless'd Effect our Joy and Wonder draws,
Yet scorns a narrow Definition's Laws;
So all admire thy Power; but what thou art,
We must not ask the Tongue, but ask the Heart.
How bless'd the Soul by thy kind Influence warm'd!
How many Miracles by thee perform'd!
How fondly Mortals of thy Loss complain,
Thy Footsteps trace, and court thy Smiles in vain!
'Tis Virtue is the solid Base alone
Which, firmer than the Center, bears thy Throne:
When that is to its native Regions flown!
We thee unjustly hope, unjustly claim,
Friendship, when Virtue's gone, is but an empty Name.
How many Miracles by thee perform'd!
How fondly Mortals of thy Loss complain,
Thy Footsteps trace, and court thy Smiles in vain!
'Tis Virtue is the solid Base alone
Which, firmer than the Center, bears thy Throne:
When that is to its native Regions flown!
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Friendship, when Virtue's gone, is but an empty Name.
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