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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The Lord of Hosts shall call his Armys forth,
Enroll his Troops and Muster in the North.
He shall his Warriours from Britannia bring,
Led on to Triumph by their mighty King.
With these the War-like Nations shall combine,
That come from Alba's Banks, and drink the Rhine.
This valiant Host, th'Almighty will engage
On Gallia's Soil to execute his Rage.
Vig'rous their Limbs and roughly great their Mind,
Patient of Labour, and for War design'd.
All great in Arms, all men of mighty Name,
Not Wealth and Spoil but Conquest is their Aim.
The nobly flight rich Ophir's Golden vein,
And look on Silver Heaps with just disdain.
These to Lutetia's Walls their Arms advance
To humble and correct her Arrogance.
Enroll his Troops and Muster in the North.
He shall his Warriours from Britannia bring,
Led on to Triumph by their mighty King.
With these the War-like Nations shall combine,
That come from Alba's Banks, and drink the Rhine.
This valiant Host, th'Almighty will engage
On Gallia's Soil to execute his Rage.
Vig'rous their Limbs and roughly great their Mind,
Patient of Labour, and for War design'd.
All great in Arms, all men of mighty Name,
Not Wealth and Spoil but Conquest is their Aim.
The nobly flight rich Ophir's Golden vein,
And look on Silver Heaps with just disdain.
These to Lutetia's Walls their Arms advance
To humble and correct her Arrogance.
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