The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
CXXXII. 1 Samuel, Chap. XVIII. from Ver. 8. to Ver. 11.
Saul envies David, and seeks to kill him.
Can hateful Envy, that uneasie Guest
Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast,
And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?
It dar'd not till his heavenly Guards were fled,
And left the Charge of his devoted Head:
When from deep Hell that odious Fantom came,
And, like a ruddy Comet's boding Flame,
Swerv'd through th'Abyss, to trembling Gibeah flew,
And enter'd, at the slumb'ring Monarch threw
Her best lov'd Snake, too well the way it knew:
Around his Heart in deadly Curls it twin'd,
Suck'd his best Blood, and Poyson left behind:
His alter'd Eyes the secret Taint confess,
His stormy Brow, and sallow Face no less:
While on his healing Harp young David plays,
And the black Humour's Rage in vain allays.
Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast,
And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?
It dar'd not till his heavenly Guards were fled,
And left the Charge of his devoted Head:
When from deep Hell that odious Fantom came,
And, like a ruddy Comet's boding Flame,
Swerv'd through th'Abyss, to trembling Gibeah flew,
And enter'd, at the slumb'ring Monarch threw
Her best lov'd Snake, too well the way it knew:
Around his Heart in deadly Curls it twin'd,
Suck'd his best Blood, and Poyson left behind:
His alter'd Eyes the secret Taint confess,
His stormy Brow, and sallow Face no less:
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And the black Humour's Rage in vain allays.
He sung, how on the Clouds great Michael rode,
And led to War the valiant Sons of God:
Beneath whose Arms th'apostate Legions fell,
Who half unpeopled Heav'n, and crowded Hell:
The hideous noise affrighted Chaos made,
When Lucifer's vast Bulk did her black Waves invade,
Like some broad burning Island floating laid;
While round their Prince his vanquish'd Chiefs respire,
Into vex'd Ether spouting Seas of Fire:
What Sounds of Joy ran round the Victor Host,
Who not their Courage, or their Conduct boast;
But God's high Praise employ'd the heav'nly Quire,
While each triumphant Seraph touch'd his tuneful Lyre.
And led to War the valiant Sons of God:
Beneath whose Arms th'apostate Legions fell,
Who half unpeopled Heav'n, and crowded Hell:
The hideous noise affrighted Chaos made,
When Lucifer's vast Bulk did her black Waves invade,
Like some broad burning Island floating laid;
While round their Prince his vanquish'd Chiefs respire,
Into vex'd Ether spouting Seas of Fire:
What Sounds of Joy ran round the Victor Host,
Who not their Courage, or their Conduct boast;
But God's high Praise employ'd the heav'nly Quire,
While each triumphant Seraph touch'd his tuneful Lyre.
Deaf to his Charms the gloomy King appears,
The Fiend that seiz'd his Breast, had clos'd his Ears:
With sudden Rage thro' whizzing Air he threw
His beamy Spear, which quiver'd as it flew,
And sought the Youth: some Angel who stood by
To hear, to learn his heav'nly Harmony
Diverts the coming Death, it glanc'd aside,
Th'impressive Force against the Cedar dy'd:
When from his Seat the royal Minstrel fled,
And for the promis'd Crown preserv'd his sacred Head.
The Fiend that seiz'd his Breast, had clos'd his Ears:
With sudden Rage thro' whizzing Air he threw
His beamy Spear, which quiver'd as it flew,
And sought the Youth: some Angel who stood by
To hear, to learn his heav'nly Harmony
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Th'impressive Force against the Cedar dy'd:
When from his Seat the royal Minstrel fled,
And for the promis'd Crown preserv'd his sacred Head.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |