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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
III.
Yet here the Royal Party will not rest,
But fresh Alarums do him still infest:
On sudden, lo, a formidable Host,
Commanded by the Chieftains, and the most
Stout Greenvil, Goring, Hopton, breathing out
Nought else but Fire and Sword the Camp throughout.
Here might you hear the Irish Tories thunder
More hideous Threats than Cannon, that asunder
The Castle seem'd to rend: Lo like a Flood,
Great Multitudes have broke the Line, now Blood
Is like to dye fair Tone, or rather make
New Rivers in the Streets, all lies at stake;
Women and Children, nought but ghastly Death
Beholding, and half dead do gasp for Breath.
Yet here great Wonders wrought by those
Tauntonian Blades, the overflowing Foes
Are bravely check'd, and stopped at a Bay,
And forc'd to fight at Pistol-shot by day
And night, from house to house, until the Foe
Repuls'd, such Fury could not undergo.
Now are made good the words sometimes he spake,
By Inches they their bloody way should make;
And yet poor Souls, have lost their way at last,
As into Darkness and Confusion cast.
But fresh Alarums do him still infest:
On sudden, lo, a formidable Host,
Commanded by the Chieftains, and the most
Stout Greenvil, Goring, Hopton, breathing out
Nought else but Fire and Sword the Camp throughout.
Here might you hear the Irish Tories thunder
More hideous Threats than Cannon, that asunder
The Castle seem'd to rend: Lo like a Flood,
Great Multitudes have broke the Line, now Blood
Is like to dye fair Tone, or rather make
New Rivers in the Streets, all lies at stake;
Women and Children, nought but ghastly Death
Beholding, and half dead do gasp for Breath.
Yet here great Wonders wrought by those
Tauntonian Blades, the overflowing Foes
Are bravely check'd, and stopped at a Bay,
And forc'd to fight at Pistol-shot by day
And night, from house to house, until the Foe
Repuls'd, such Fury could not undergo.
Now are made good the words sometimes he spake,
By Inches they their bloody way should make;
And yet poor Souls, have lost their way at last,
As into Darkness and Confusion cast.
And when that Goring sent to him in scorn
A tatter'd Drum (best suting their forlorn
Condition) for exchange of Pris'ners, he
Them kindly treats, and quickly sets them free;
And like himself, or like that Grecian Prince,
The falling Foe with Kindness doth convince:
This one Exchange doth to the other add,
Returns the Nuncio with new Raiment clad.
A tatter'd Drum (best suting their forlorn
Condition) for exchange of Pris'ners, he
Them kindly treats, and quickly sets them free;
And like himself, or like that Grecian Prince,
The falling Foe with Kindness doth convince:
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Returns the Nuncio with new Raiment clad.
Yea to their great astonishment, upon
Their taking of a neighbouring Garison,
Insulting proudly with great Threats and Jeers,
The Church's Bells he ringeth in their Ears,
And thereby quickly checks their Pride and Rage,
Of their ensuing Fall a sad Presage.
Their taking of a neighbouring Garison,
Insulting proudly with great Threats and Jeers,
The Church's Bells he ringeth in their Ears,
And thereby quickly checks their Pride and Rage,
Of their ensuing Fall a sad Presage.
Redoubted Weldon lo, that Man of Kent,
With seasonable Succour hither sent,
From th'Hills appears: The harass'd Foe again
Doth raise the Siege, and fairly leaves his Slain
By thousands to their Mother Earth, to feed
The hungry Worms, which look'd before indeed
For other Flesh, whilst Mercy with strong Hands,
Out of the raging Fire pulls us as Brands.
With seasonable Succour hither sent,
From th'Hills appears: The harass'd Foe again
Doth raise the Siege, and fairly leaves his Slain
By thousands to their Mother Earth, to feed
The hungry Worms, which look'd before indeed
For other Flesh, whilst Mercy with strong Hands,
Out of the raging Fire pulls us as Brands.
| Poems on Affairs of State | |