Demetrius | ||
SCENE XIX.
Pheniciusalone.
What canst thou more, Phenicius? Every thing
Opposes thy designs—Protecting Gods!
Ye just asserters of the rights of kings,
To you my heart is known—I do not ask
A sceptre for this hand; such selfish views
Would ill deserve your favour—no—I seek
Your heavenly succour for an injur'd prince:
Yet let me not despair; for oft we find
A day serene succeed a lowering morn.
Opposes thy designs—Protecting Gods!
Ye just asserters of the rights of kings,
To you my heart is known—I do not ask
A sceptre for this hand; such selfish views
Would ill deserve your favour—no—I seek
Your heavenly succour for an injur'd prince:
Yet let me not despair; for oft we find
A day serene succeed a lowering morn.
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Sometimes beneath tempestuous skies,
When round him mountain-surges rise,
The trembling sailor's vessel flies,
And safely gains the port at last.
Beside the margin of the strand,
In happier days behold him stand,
And to his friends, upon the sand,
Describe his toils and dangers past.
When round him mountain-surges rise,
The trembling sailor's vessel flies,
And safely gains the port at last.
Beside the margin of the strand,
In happier days behold him stand,
And to his friends, upon the sand,
Describe his toils and dangers past.
[Exit.
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