Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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III.
While thus the Grecian chief address'd
His dauntless warlike band,
Warm glow'd with rage each hero's breast:
Like rocks, unmoved they stand.
His dauntless warlike band,
Warm glow'd with rage each hero's breast:
Like rocks, unmoved they stand.
The Persian golden banner's glare
In vain doth gild the plain;
Or, swelling through the ambient air,
Loud rings their battle strain.
In vain doth gild the plain;
Or, swelling through the ambient air,
Loud rings their battle strain.
Now shone the sun with argent beam,
And, glitt'ring in his rays, appears
Upon the field, with furbish'd gleam,
Six hundred thousand swords and spears.
And, glitt'ring in his rays, appears
Upon the field, with furbish'd gleam,
Six hundred thousand swords and spears.
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To music sweet they moved along,
Which, echo'd through th' etherial realm,
Join'd with the shout and battle song,
Threat'ning the Grecian host to 'whelm.
Which, echo'd through th' etherial realm,
Join'd with the shout and battle song,
Threat'ning the Grecian host to 'whelm.
But, ah! how oft is boasting quash'd!
And meets a dire repulsive shock;
Like ocean's surge, to bubbles dash'd
Against the stubborn flinty rock!
And meets a dire repulsive shock;
Like ocean's surge, to bubbles dash'd
Against the stubborn flinty rock!
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