Agnes the Indian Captive. A Poem, in Four Cantos. With Other Poems. By the Rev. John Mitford |
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[So have I sung those mighty Grecian peers]
So have I sung those mighty Grecian peers,With whose great fame the world from side to side
Has thundered; glad with labour to have plyed
And argument of song my earliest years.
What time, that half the globe with doubts and fears,
Rock'd as an earthquake: and in wars long tried
Was wanting found that Austriack prince, whose pride
Bowed by the Danaw.—Many a widow's tears
Darken'd its blood-red billows, for the sight
Was ghastly; earth beneath its load of dead
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Hung poised, while thrice the western sun his head
Dropt in the ocean; then that fatal night
Descended, and the bold Hungarian fled.
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