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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Here he embrac'd her in his Arms, and said,
Now all my Cares and anxious Thoughts are fled.
Kind Heav'n assist, that we may stedfast prove,
And then Reward the labour of our Love.
Then he with God-like Language did proceed
The sacred flame within her Breast to feed.
How nobly he describ'd the bright Reward,
Th'Eternal Joys for Conquering Saints prepar'd!
What high and great Idea's did he draw
Of future Bliss, then cry'd, oh Merula,
These glorious Triumphs will our Suff'rings Crown,
And these blest Joys will quickly be our own.
Now all my Cares and anxious Thoughts are fled.
Kind Heav'n assist, that we may stedfast prove,
And then Reward the labour of our Love.
Then he with God-like Language did proceed
The sacred flame within her Breast to feed.
How nobly he describ'd the bright Reward,
Th'Eternal Joys for Conquering Saints prepar'd!
What high and great Idea's did he draw
Of future Bliss, then cry'd, oh Merula,
These glorious Triumphs will our Suff'rings Crown,
And these blest Joys will quickly be our own.
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