The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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Goddess
, to urge me on forbear,
Or make my mournful Song thy care;
Oppress'd with Doubts, and mighty Woe,
I'd sing the Man, that all Mankind shou'd know,
How brave he fought, how conquer'd, and how fell,
And in what Cause assist me whilst I tell.
Quickly the News was hither brought,
Too true, alas, that he was dead,
And all our Expectations fled;
But yet we would not entertain the Thought.
Between th'extreams of Hope and Fear,
Confus'd we stood the Truth to hear,
Until 'twas made at last too plain,
Beyond all doubt the great unconquer'd Man was slain.
Or make my mournful Song thy care;
Oppress'd with Doubts, and mighty Woe,
I'd sing the Man, that all Mankind shou'd know,
How brave he fought, how conquer'd, and how fell,
And in what Cause assist me whilst I tell.
Quickly the News was hither brought,
Too true, alas, that he was dead,
And all our Expectations fled;
But yet we would not entertain the Thought.
Between th'extreams of Hope and Fear,
Confus'd we stood the Truth to hear,
Until 'twas made at last too plain,
Beyond all doubt the great unconquer'd Man was slain.
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Forgive me, Heaven, that impious Thought,
At first I question'd your Supreme Decree,
Love to my King the Madness wrought,
And Grief for the World's Loss, the brave DUNDEE.
Oh! frail Estate of Things below,
Well to our cost your emptiness we know.
Scarce from the fury he had pass'd
Of a mistaken factious Race,
But other Dangers follow him as fast,
And trace him as he goes from Place to Place.
His Friends desert, his Foes pursue,
Yet still undaunted he goes on;
New Dangers but his Mind and Strength renew,
So Brave, so Just and Good was this unalter'd Man.
At first I question'd your Supreme Decree,
Love to my King the Madness wrought,
And Grief for the World's Loss, the brave DUNDEE.
Oh! frail Estate of Things below,
Well to our cost your emptiness we know.
Scarce from the fury he had pass'd
Of a mistaken factious Race,
But other Dangers follow him as fast,
And trace him as he goes from Place to Place.
His Friends desert, his Foes pursue,
Yet still undaunted he goes on;
New Dangers but his Mind and Strength renew,
So Brave, so Just and Good was this unalter'd Man.
Tho' much o'er-match'd in Men and Arms,
His Cause and Courage only best,
And his Example far above the rest:
Firmly resolv'd, he meets the numerous Foe;
But first, with chearful Anger in his Face,
Soldiers and Friends, he spoke, I'm sure you know,
For what Intent, and for whose sake we go;
And then he bow'd, and briefly told the Case.
His Cause and Courage only best,
And his Example far above the rest:
Firmly resolv'd, he meets the numerous Foe;
But first, with chearful Anger in his Face,
Soldiers and Friends, he spoke, I'm sure you know,
For what Intent, and for whose sake we go;
And then he bow'd, and briefly told the Case.
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