The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
To absent Idea.
With puissant pow'r when princely Pompey went,
And made him for Pharsalic battell bowne:
With heavie hearts his sogeors did lament,
And oft look'd back to Rome their natiue towne:
Each in him selfe a civil combat felt,
To leaue the place wher friends, wiues, childrē dwelt.
And made him for Pharsalic battell bowne:
With heavie hearts his sogeors did lament,
And oft look'd back to Rome their natiue towne:
Each in him selfe a civil combat felt,
To leaue the place wher friends, wiues, childrē dwelt.
I may for this be deem'd a Roman borne,
I am so full of kindnesse and of loue,
In deepest sort (deare heart) I dare be sworne,
My minde from thee no distance may remoue:
And for thy sake (beare witnesse naked God)
I loue thy Bowns wherein thou mak'st abod.
I am so full of kindnesse and of loue,
In deepest sort (deare heart) I dare be sworne,
My minde from thee no distance may remoue:
And for thy sake (beare witnesse naked God)
I loue thy Bowns wherein thou mak'st abod.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||