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 |  |
CXLI. 1 Samuel, Chap. XXIX. Ver. 1. and Chap. XXXI. to Ver. 4.
The Fight between Israel and the Philistines in Gilboah. Saul and Jonathan slain.
And now approach'd the Great decisive Day,
And greedy Death hung hov'ring o're her Prey:
Nor more content with mean and vulgar Fare,
The Flesh of Kings and Captains long'd to share;
On Gilboah's green Hills her Table spread,
In Triumphs thither the crown'd Victims led.
From Aphek's Plain the fore-skin'd Host ascend,
The circumcis'd awhile the Hill defend;
Lodg'd on the Cliff an Iron-Wall they stood,
Floated the hollow Road with Streams of Blood;
Thro' whose warm Tide the fierce Assailants wade,
And nearer these the Hebrew Foes invade;
Beneath their serred Shields, while those from far
With Darts and Stones maintain a missive War:
The Battel hung, and neither side gave way,
Till Achish charg'd himself and turn'd the Day:
A Show'r of feather'd Deaths his Guards let fly;
At once their Bow-strings twang'd, and fill'd the Sky:
As with red Lightnings forky Shafts o'rethrown,
Stretch'd on the Turf th'expiring Hebrews groan;
Almost as swift their Foes the Passage gain,
And to the Hill descend from heaps of Slain,
The rest oppose or flie, alike in vain:
The Brave oppress'd with Odds, the vulgar find
Inglorious Death, their Wounds were all behind.
Such were not Jonathan's, unmov'd and great,
His Host they might, but cou'd not him defeat:
He saw his wounded Father's slow Retreat,
He saw the furious Guards his Life pursue,
His precious Life to shield, himself he threw
Before their Swords; awhile he stopp'd their Chace,
Calm and secure of Death, yet terrible his Face.
Hamgar, the haughty Prince of Ashdod's Town,
First came too near his Sword, which chin'd him down;
Scarce cou'd the Wretch blaspheme, so swift he fell,
His faithless Soul was in such haste for Hell.
Nor that alone, for soon the Hero sends
To wait their Lord, an Army of his Friends:
The rest retire, renew th'Assault from far,
Nor longer Hand to Hand wou'd tempt the War:
Besieg'd the Prince, unknowing how to yield,
Tho' Show'rs of Arrows clatter'd round his Shield;
Tho' Groves of Darts his faithless Armour bor'd,
And purple Streams thro' ev'ry Passage pour'd.
“—Thus far, my Father! Jonathan has done,
“Both what became a Subject and a Son.
“May Heav'n preserve—and more he wou'd have said,
But Life thro' wide and num'rous Portals fled,
And grasping still his Sword, he falls among the Dead.
And greedy Death hung hov'ring o're her Prey:
Nor more content with mean and vulgar Fare,
The Flesh of Kings and Captains long'd to share;
On Gilboah's green Hills her Table spread,
In Triumphs thither the crown'd Victims led.
From Aphek's Plain the fore-skin'd Host ascend,
The circumcis'd awhile the Hill defend;
Lodg'd on the Cliff an Iron-Wall they stood,
Floated the hollow Road with Streams of Blood;
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And nearer these the Hebrew Foes invade;
Beneath their serred Shields, while those from far
With Darts and Stones maintain a missive War:
The Battel hung, and neither side gave way,
Till Achish charg'd himself and turn'd the Day:
A Show'r of feather'd Deaths his Guards let fly;
At once their Bow-strings twang'd, and fill'd the Sky:
As with red Lightnings forky Shafts o'rethrown,
Stretch'd on the Turf th'expiring Hebrews groan;
Almost as swift their Foes the Passage gain,
And to the Hill descend from heaps of Slain,
The rest oppose or flie, alike in vain:
The Brave oppress'd with Odds, the vulgar find
Inglorious Death, their Wounds were all behind.
Such were not Jonathan's, unmov'd and great,
His Host they might, but cou'd not him defeat:
He saw his wounded Father's slow Retreat,
He saw the furious Guards his Life pursue,
His precious Life to shield, himself he threw
Before their Swords; awhile he stopp'd their Chace,
Calm and secure of Death, yet terrible his Face.
Hamgar, the haughty Prince of Ashdod's Town,
First came too near his Sword, which chin'd him down;
Scarce cou'd the Wretch blaspheme, so swift he fell,
His faithless Soul was in such haste for Hell.
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To wait their Lord, an Army of his Friends:
The rest retire, renew th'Assault from far,
Nor longer Hand to Hand wou'd tempt the War:
Besieg'd the Prince, unknowing how to yield,
Tho' Show'rs of Arrows clatter'd round his Shield;
Tho' Groves of Darts his faithless Armour bor'd,
And purple Streams thro' ev'ry Passage pour'd.
“—Thus far, my Father! Jonathan has done,
“Both what became a Subject and a Son.
“May Heav'n preserve—and more he wou'd have said,
But Life thro' wide and num'rous Portals fled,
And grasping still his Sword, he falls among the Dead.
Less happy Saul, whom now his Foes pursue,
And still more near the Royal Quarry drew;
Wounded and faint he cou'd no longer flie,
Yet by Philistian Hands disdain'd to die;
Behold his own his fatal Sword apply
To his broad Breast, which soon the way did find,
The Hilt on Earth, the Point appear'd behind.
While his fierce Soul to those sad Mansions fled,
Where Tyrants reign in Wo above the vulgar Dead.
And still more near the Royal Quarry drew;
Wounded and faint he cou'd no longer flie,
Yet by Philistian Hands disdain'd to die;
Behold his own his fatal Sword apply
To his broad Breast, which soon the way did find,
The Hilt on Earth, the Point appear'd behind.
While his fierce Soul to those sad Mansions fled,
Where Tyrants reign in Wo above the vulgar Dead.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |