 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
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ODE XVI.
[You may paint the Thebish fights]
You may paint the Thebish fights,
While he of Phrygian battle writes:
But I of other warfare speak,
To which those ancient wars were weak.
While he of Phrygian battle writes:
But I of other warfare speak,
To which those ancient wars were weak.
No armed horse has me undone,
No footmen, nor no navies won:
But armies of another kind,
Finding traitors in my mind,
From beauteous eyes have struck me blind.
No footmen, nor no navies won:
But armies of another kind,
Finding traitors in my mind,
From beauteous eyes have struck me blind.
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