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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Many glad Troops, soon as the welcome Fame
Of their great Monarch's safe Arrival came,
Sent by the Chiefs, Impatient of delay
Pour'd from his Camp to meet him on his way.
And when they saw the Hero from afar
Advancing like the Poets God of War,
High in the Air they their round Bonnets flung,
And all the Heav'ns with Acclamations rung.
The wild, Transported Youth did run, and shout,
Each other hug'd, and leap'd, and flew about.
His Chariot Wheels on which the Cohorts hung,
Midst loud applauses slowly roll'd along.
With so much Joy King Arthur was receiv'd,
And thus attended at the Camp arriv'd.
Where to his high Pavilion soon they bring,
Rich Wine, and Meats, Refreshments for their King.
Of their great Monarch's safe Arrival came,
Sent by the Chiefs, Impatient of delay
Pour'd from his Camp to meet him on his way.
And when they saw the Hero from afar
Advancing like the Poets God of War,
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And all the Heav'ns with Acclamations rung.
The wild, Transported Youth did run, and shout,
Each other hug'd, and leap'd, and flew about.
His Chariot Wheels on which the Cohorts hung,
Midst loud applauses slowly roll'd along.
With so much Joy King Arthur was receiv'd,
And thus attended at the Camp arriv'd.
Where to his high Pavilion soon they bring,
Rich Wine, and Meats, Refreshments for their King.
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