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 |  |
CCXX. Esther, Chap. III. to X.
Haman promoted: He endeavours to destroy Mordechai and the Jews. He is hang'd, &c.
How dangerous is Ambition's lofty Seat!
Their Honours oft how fatal to the Great!
This Haman found, by Persia's Monarch rais'd,
Of all the cringing Court admir'd and prais'd;
Of Amalek's devoted Nation he,
To Israel, e're his Birth, an Enemy;
Nor gen'rous Mordechai wou'd bend his Knee
To this Court-Idol, worshipp'd by the Crowd:
How easie is it to torment the Proud!
He storm'd, he rav'd, and deep Revenge he vow'd:
Devoted Agag's Fate was call'd to mind,
Beyond a single Murther he design'd,
And swore the Death of all the Hebrew kind.
The Royal Mandate gain'd, their Doom is pass'd,
The Day is fix'd, decreed to be their last.
Good Mardocheus hears, to Heaven he flies,
And for himself and his lov'd Nation cries;
They fast, they mourn, with Pray'rs they pierce the Skies:
The Queen her rich Tiara casts away,
In Sack-cloth rob'd, in Dust and Ashes lay:
The circling Sun had thrice both Worlds survey'd,
Yet still she fasted, still she mourn'd and pray'd:
Then to the King, with Heav'n to Friend she goes,
For her lov'd Peoples Lives she does her own expose.
Sublime he sate on his tremendous Throne,
And like the Sun his boasted Sire, he shone:
The dazling Honours of his Head he shook,
Scarce cou'd the beauteous Queen sustain his awful Look.
His unrebated Eyes she dares not meet,
And faints, or seems to faint, beneath his Feet.
But suff'ring Beauty has resistless Charms,
And Love at once, and Fear the King disarms:
From his bright Throne he leaps with eager haste,
And in his Arms the fainting Queen embrac'd:
His Golden Scepter on her Head he laid,
With gentle Words reviv'd, with mild Regards survey'd.
Whatever Suit she to the Crown prefers,
Tho' half his Realm, before 'twas nam'd, 'twas Hers.
She only asks his Presence at her Feast,
And favour'd Haman for a second Guest.
With ease she her obliging Boon obtain'd,
Agen she ask'd, agen the same she gain'd:
Nor more her grand Request delay'd to move,
When Persia's Monarch warm'd with Wine and Love:
She spake, while on her Lips the Graces hung,
And soft Persuasion us'd her charming Tongue.
Their Honours oft how fatal to the Great!
This Haman found, by Persia's Monarch rais'd,
Of all the cringing Court admir'd and prais'd;
Of Amalek's devoted Nation he,
To Israel, e're his Birth, an Enemy;
Nor gen'rous Mordechai wou'd bend his Knee
To this Court-Idol, worshipp'd by the Crowd:
How easie is it to torment the Proud!
He storm'd, he rav'd, and deep Revenge he vow'd:
Devoted Agag's Fate was call'd to mind,
Beyond a single Murther he design'd,
And swore the Death of all the Hebrew kind.
The Royal Mandate gain'd, their Doom is pass'd,
The Day is fix'd, decreed to be their last.
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And for himself and his lov'd Nation cries;
They fast, they mourn, with Pray'rs they pierce the Skies:
The Queen her rich Tiara casts away,
In Sack-cloth rob'd, in Dust and Ashes lay:
The circling Sun had thrice both Worlds survey'd,
Yet still she fasted, still she mourn'd and pray'd:
Then to the King, with Heav'n to Friend she goes,
For her lov'd Peoples Lives she does her own expose.
Sublime he sate on his tremendous Throne,
And like the Sun his boasted Sire, he shone:
The dazling Honours of his Head he shook,
Scarce cou'd the beauteous Queen sustain his awful Look.
His unrebated Eyes she dares not meet,
And faints, or seems to faint, beneath his Feet.
But suff'ring Beauty has resistless Charms,
And Love at once, and Fear the King disarms:
From his bright Throne he leaps with eager haste,
And in his Arms the fainting Queen embrac'd:
His Golden Scepter on her Head he laid,
With gentle Words reviv'd, with mild Regards survey'd.
Whatever Suit she to the Crown prefers,
Tho' half his Realm, before 'twas nam'd, 'twas Hers.
She only asks his Presence at her Feast,
And favour'd Haman for a second Guest.
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Agen she ask'd, agen the same she gain'd:
Nor more her grand Request delay'd to move,
When Persia's Monarch warm'd with Wine and Love:
She spake, while on her Lips the Graces hung,
And soft Persuasion us'd her charming Tongue.
“If ever Esther to her Lord were dear,
“If Love dwell there, and any Charms are here;
“My Life, your Esther's Life's my first Request,
“And if my Peoples gain'd, I'm doubly bless'd:
“—For both, to speedy Ruin, both are sold,
“Our Names in bloody Characters enroll'd:
“Had Slavery been all we had to Fear,
“Our Wrongs had ne're disturb'd the Royal Ear:
“Tho' small Advantage cou'd th'Exchequer boast,
“So many useful Hands and Loyal Subjects lost.
“If Love dwell there, and any Charms are here;
“My Life, your Esther's Life's my first Request,
“And if my Peoples gain'd, I'm doubly bless'd:
“—For both, to speedy Ruin, both are sold,
“Our Names in bloody Characters enroll'd:
“Had Slavery been all we had to Fear,
“Our Wrongs had ne're disturb'd the Royal Ear:
“Tho' small Advantage cou'd th'Exchequer boast,
“So many useful Hands and Loyal Subjects lost.
—Who is the Wretch, and where that dares presume,
Against his own curs'd Life to fix the Doom?
All deadly pale fierce Shushan's Lord replies,
When with unwonted Anger in her Eyes;
His Empress thus—That impious Wretch is there,
'Tis he, th'ungrate, that does my Banquet share:
'Tis Haman, only Haman, has design'd,
To murther me at once, and all my Kind.
Against his own curs'd Life to fix the Doom?
All deadly pale fierce Shushan's Lord replies,
When with unwonted Anger in her Eyes;
His Empress thus—That impious Wretch is there,
'Tis he, th'ungrate, that does my Banquet share:
'Tis Haman, only Haman, has design'd,
To murther me at once, and all my Kind.
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Arose the King, with Indignation fir'd,
And his broad Nostrils thick and loud respir'd;
With hasty Strides he to the Garden goes,
When from the Banquet Haman trembling rose;
As meanly servile now as proud before,
And did at Esther's Feet for Life implore;
And had perhaps prevail'd in his Request,
Revenge so great a Stranger to her Breast;
But that self-moment Persia's Prince returns,
And fann'd with Jealousy his Anger burns:
“And dares th'Audacious, dares the Wretch, he cries,
“Insult the Queen herself before my Eyes?
The Monarch stamps, the Mutes soon fill the Place,
And at the Signal cover Haman's Face:
Swift is his Fate, he's in a moment rear'd
On a tall Tree for Mordecai prepar'd:
His Children by resembling Death's expire,
Expos'd on Crosses round their impious Sire:
The Jews commission'd all their Foes destroy,
And still in annual Feasts transmit their Nations Joy.
And his broad Nostrils thick and loud respir'd;
With hasty Strides he to the Garden goes,
When from the Banquet Haman trembling rose;
As meanly servile now as proud before,
And did at Esther's Feet for Life implore;
And had perhaps prevail'd in his Request,
Revenge so great a Stranger to her Breast;
But that self-moment Persia's Prince returns,
And fann'd with Jealousy his Anger burns:
“And dares th'Audacious, dares the Wretch, he cries,
“Insult the Queen herself before my Eyes?
The Monarch stamps, the Mutes soon fill the Place,
And at the Signal cover Haman's Face:
Swift is his Fate, he's in a moment rear'd
On a tall Tree for Mordecai prepar'd:
His Children by resembling Death's expire,
Expos'd on Crosses round their impious Sire:
The Jews commission'd all their Foes destroy,
And still in annual Feasts transmit their Nations Joy.
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