The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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 | The Whole Works of William Browne |  |
Where Plym and Thamar with imbraces meet,
Thetis weighes ancor now, and all her Fleet:
Leauing that spacious Sound, within whose armes
I haue those Vessels seene, whose hot alarmes
Haue made Iberia tremble, and her towres
Prostrate themselues before our iron showres
While their proud builders hearts haue been inclinde
To shake (as our braue Ensignes) with the winde.
For as an Eyerie from their Seeges wood
Led o're the Plaines and taught to get their food:
By seeing how their Breeder takes his prey
Now from an Orchard doe they scare the Iey,
Then o're the Corne-fields as they swiftly flye,
Where many thousand hurtfull Sparrowes lye
Beating the ripe graine from the bearded eare,
At their approach, all (ouer-gone with feare)
Seeke for their safetie: some into the dike,
Some in the hedges drop, and others like
The thick-growne corne as for their hiding best,
And vnder turfes or grasse most of the rest;
That of a flight which couer'd all the graine,
Not one appeares, but all or hid, or slaine:
So by Heröes were we led of yore,
And by our drums that thundred on each shore,
Stroke with amazement Countries farre and neere;
Whilst their Inhabitants like Heards of Deere,
By kingly Lyons chas'd, fled from our Armes.
If any did oppose, instructed swarmes
Of men immail'd; Fate drew them on to be
A greater Fame to our got Victory.
Thetis weighes ancor now, and all her Fleet:
Leauing that spacious Sound, within whose armes
I haue those Vessels seene, whose hot alarmes
Haue made Iberia tremble, and her towres
Prostrate themselues before our iron showres
While their proud builders hearts haue been inclinde
To shake (as our braue Ensignes) with the winde.
For as an Eyerie from their Seeges wood
Led o're the Plaines and taught to get their food:
By seeing how their Breeder takes his prey
Now from an Orchard doe they scare the Iey,
Then o're the Corne-fields as they swiftly flye,
Where many thousand hurtfull Sparrowes lye
Beating the ripe graine from the bearded eare,
At their approach, all (ouer-gone with feare)
Seeke for their safetie: some into the dike,
Some in the hedges drop, and others like
The thick-growne corne as for their hiding best,
And vnder turfes or grasse most of the rest;
That of a flight which couer'd all the graine,
Not one appeares, but all or hid, or slaine:
So by Heröes were we led of yore,
And by our drums that thundred on each shore,
Stroke with amazement Countries farre and neere;
Whilst their Inhabitants like Heards of Deere,
By kingly Lyons chas'd, fled from our Armes.
If any did oppose, instructed swarmes
Of men immail'd; Fate drew them on to be
A greater Fame to our got Victory.
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