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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
IV.
The Kingly Forces never rest nor cease
From their implacate Wrath, which doth increase,
Still hotly thirsting for the Blood of those,
Who merely in their own Defence arose.
Fresh Armies now are levied, to pull down
The haughty Courage of the sturdy Town,
By a third Siege more dreadful than the rest,
Which kindles Flames of Valour in the Breast
Of this stout Hector, made for Dangers great,
Like that great Greek that did Darius beat.
Here Goring chief Commander vows to lay
His Bones, or not retreat or march away,
Till that proud Castle were reduc'd, just then
When Naseby Battel wavering stood, and when
He straitly summon'd was by Royal Call
To aid his King on that Day Vertical.
The gallant Governour well knowing all
These Passages, together he doth call
His Captains, cheers his warlike Boys, who like
Lions fall on, and with Amazement strike
The Royalists, whose stout Heart will not yield,
Till master'd by a stouter in the Field.
From their implacate Wrath, which doth increase,
Still hotly thirsting for the Blood of those,
Who merely in their own Defence arose.
Fresh Armies now are levied, to pull down
The haughty Courage of the sturdy Town,
By a third Siege more dreadful than the rest,
Which kindles Flames of Valour in the Breast
Of this stout Hector, made for Dangers great,
Like that great Greek that did Darius beat.
Here Goring chief Commander vows to lay
His Bones, or not retreat or march away,
Till that proud Castle were reduc'd, just then
When Naseby Battel wavering stood, and when
He straitly summon'd was by Royal Call
To aid his King on that Day Vertical.
The gallant Governour well knowing all
These Passages, together he doth call
His Captains, cheers his warlike Boys, who like
Lions fall on, and with Amazement strike
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Till master'd by a stouter in the Field.
Here now that joyful Sound of Naseby-fight
Was heard, like sweetest Musick for delight:
After sad Thunder-cracks let England sing
Still that appealing Victory, and bring
Fresh Laurels to adorn that glorious Field,
Whilst to th'Almighty we due Praises yield.
Now Noble Fairfax doth victoriously
March to relieve the Western Parts, that lie
Opprest; the same at once relieves, and meets
Another Conquest in brave Taunton Streets,
Atchiev'd by Blake, who solemn Thanks ordains
Unto the Highest, who for ever reigns.
Was heard, like sweetest Musick for delight:
After sad Thunder-cracks let England sing
Still that appealing Victory, and bring
Fresh Laurels to adorn that glorious Field,
Whilst to th'Almighty we due Praises yield.
Now Noble Fairfax doth victoriously
March to relieve the Western Parts, that lie
Opprest; the same at once relieves, and meets
Another Conquest in brave Taunton Streets,
Atchiev'd by Blake, who solemn Thanks ordains
Unto the Highest, who for ever reigns.
| Poems on Affairs of State | |