King Arthur An Heroick Poem. In Twelve Books. By Richard Blackmore. To which is Annexed, An Index, Explaining the Names of Countrys, Citys, and Rivers, &c |
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Away the noble Captive was convey'd,
And bound with iron Links in Prison laid,
To be expos'd soon as the Morning came
To cruel Torments, and to publick Shame.
Unmov'd, unchang'd great Clovis did sustain
His heavy Doom and ignominious Chain.
As calm as Peace, as heav'nly Seraphs mild
He view'd the Racks, and on his Torments smil'd.
With easy Arms his Fetters he embrac'd,
And thought himself with Marks of Honour grac'd.
He thought it noble Matter of Applause,
To dy for Gallia's, and the Christian Cause.
And bound with iron Links in Prison laid,
To be expos'd soon as the Morning came
To cruel Torments, and to publick Shame.
Unmov'd, unchang'd great Clovis did sustain
His heavy Doom and ignominious Chain.
As calm as Peace, as heav'nly Seraphs mild
He view'd the Racks, and on his Torments smil'd.
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And thought himself with Marks of Honour grac'd.
He thought it noble Matter of Applause,
To dy for Gallia's, and the Christian Cause.
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