Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Severity.
With jealous Madness fir'd, she flies in haste,
And tells the King, his Daughter was unchaste.
The King, incens'd to hear his Honour stain'd,
No more the Father, nor the Man retain'd.
In vain she stretch'd her Arms, and turn'd her Eyes
To her lov'd God, Enlightner of the Skies:
In vain she own'd it was a Crime, yet still
It was a Crime not acted by her Will.
The brutal Sire stood deaf to ev'ry Pray'r,
And, deep in Earth, intomb'd alive the Fair.—
And tells the King, his Daughter was unchaste.
The King, incens'd to hear his Honour stain'd,
No more the Father, nor the Man retain'd.
In vain she stretch'd her Arms, and turn'd her Eyes
To her lov'd God, Enlightner of the Skies:
In vain she own'd it was a Crime, yet still
It was a Crime not acted by her Will.
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And, deep in Earth, intomb'd alive the Fair.—
And now appear'd the
Messenger of Death,
Sad were his Looks, and scarce he drew his Breath,
To say, Your Father sends you—(With that Word
His trembling Hands presented me a Sword:)
Your Father sends You this, and let's You know
That Your own Crimes the Use of it will show.—
Sad were his Looks, and scarce he drew his Breath,
To say, Your Father sends you—(With that Word
His trembling Hands presented me a Sword:)
Your Father sends You this, and let's You know
That Your own Crimes the Use of it will show.—
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