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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Hark, what a mighty noise the Mountain fills,
How loud it Ecchoes from Contiguous Hills?
How do's the Clamor and tumultuous Sound
Of marching, Armys from the Sky rebound?
What gath'ring Clouds advance, and bring from far
The heavy Tempest of Impending War?
What confluent Multitudes, what numerous Troops
O'erspread the Hills, and crown the Mountains tops?
How fierce they look? how bright their Arms appear?
How wide a Front of War how deep a Rear?
The God of Armys do's his Power display,
And draws his dreadful Battel in Array.
On high they muster, and with martial Grace
In long Review before their General pass.
Embattled Squadrons swarm upon the Plain,
T'attend th'Almighty in his great Campaign.
The glorious Leader grasps his Sword and Shield,
And with his war-like Myriads takes the Field.
How loud it Ecchoes from Contiguous Hills?
How do's the Clamor and tumultuous Sound
Of marching, Armys from the Sky rebound?
What gath'ring Clouds advance, and bring from far
The heavy Tempest of Impending War?
What confluent Multitudes, what numerous Troops
O'erspread the Hills, and crown the Mountains tops?
How fierce they look? how bright their Arms appear?
How wide a Front of War how deep a Rear?
The God of Armys do's his Power display,
And draws his dreadful Battel in Array.
On high they muster, and with martial Grace
In long Review before their General pass.
Embattled Squadrons swarm upon the Plain,
T'attend th'Almighty in his great Campaign.
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And with his war-like Myriads takes the Field.
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