Mr. Cooke's Original Poems with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language |
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Psalm the 137th paraphrased.
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Psalm the 137th paraphrased.
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As prostrate on the Banks we layWhere thy fam'd Streams, Euphrates, flow,
We weep'd, and sigh'd our Hearts away,
Fast fell our Tears, the Fruits of Woe.
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The rising Sun our Griefs did see,The seting Sun, beheld the same,
When wretched we remember'd thee,
O! Sion, Sion, lovely Name!
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Our Harps, no more delightful, hungOn the fresh Verdure of the Trees;
No longer touch'd, no longer strung,
They murmur'd mournful to the Breez.
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As thus forlorn we pass'd the Day,Insulting thus the Conqu'ror cry'd,
Resume the Lyre, and chant the Lay,
The Note so oft' in Sion try'd.
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In a strange Land how shall we singThy Song, O! God, almighty Pow'r?
What Hand can wake the silent String
In the distressful heavy Hour?
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Once happy City, now oppress'd,When you, to Mem'ry loss'd, depart,
Salem, from my ingrateful Breast,
May my right Hand forget her Art.
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If in the glad, the feasting, Day,If when the Song of Joy is sung,
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For ever speechless be my Tongue.
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The Sons of Edom, God, recallTo Mind, who in the Battel cry'd,
Down Salem, down proud City fall,
And lower to the Dust thy Pride.
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Daughters of Babylon beware,Tho now thy Sons in Triumph shine,
From whom we bore, and much we bear,
Our Lot severe may once be thine.
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Vengeance may be delay'd awhile,Yet shall o'ertake ye sure, tho late;
Then shall the happy Victor smile,
Who brings on Edom Israel's Fate.
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Happy the Man whom Heav'n ordainsRelentless to revenge our Wrongs:
Then proud Insulters strive in Chains
To strike your Lyres, and chant your Songs.
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Bless'd shall he be, yea doubly bless'd,Who tears, before the Father's Eyes,
The tender Infant from the Breast,
Whom neither Vows can save, nor Crys.
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