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Poems on Affairs of State | ||
V.
And now to march forthwith he doth prepare
To Dunster, that strong towring Castle, where
The wasting Pestilence of late did rage,
Which God was pleas'd on his approach t'asswage.
The Foes great Obstinacy did him move
To spring a Mine; the lofty Walls above
Mount in the Air, some dead, some living are
In those great Heaps blown up, the Fruits of War;
At length dear Blake to thee they did resign
This Castle, by Rendition now made thine.
To Dunster, that strong towring Castle, where
The wasting Pestilence of late did rage,
Which God was pleas'd on his approach t'asswage.
The Foes great Obstinacy did him move
To spring a Mine; the lofty Walls above
Mount in the Air, some dead, some living are
In those great Heaps blown up, the Fruits of War;
At length dear Blake to thee they did resign
This Castle, by Rendition now made thine.
Thro Heav'ns fair Aspect now, auspicious Peace
Begins to spring, and flagrant Arms to cease;
To that great Senate he from bloody Fights
Returns, there to assert the Peoples Rights:
And he that was a Warriour stout of late,
Doth now consult of arduous things of State;
Well hoping in the end the Sword to see
Into a pruning Hook might turned be.
Begins to spring, and flagrant Arms to cease;
To that great Senate he from bloody Fights
Returns, there to assert the Peoples Rights:
And he that was a Warriour stout of late,
Doth now consult of arduous things of State;
Well hoping in the end the Sword to see
Into a pruning Hook might turned be.
Poems on Affairs of State | ||