The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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Denton, thou rural village, little known,
Thou once hadst warriors who could shake a throne!
When Fairfax, with a patriot feeling strong,
Was led by false designing Cromwell wrong,
A race courageous from thy shades arose,
Who feared nor foreign nor domestic foes.
In civil war, the numerous fields were red
Where Fairfax fought, and where his brothers bled;
But now 'tis peace, no warriors from thy hall
Ride forth in armour at the trumpet's call.
How blest the land, when martial days are o'er,
Like those of Towton or of Marston Moor;
When regal power, when law was laid aside,
And Britons by the swords of Britons died!
Thou once hadst warriors who could shake a throne!
When Fairfax, with a patriot feeling strong,
Was led by false designing Cromwell wrong,
A race courageous from thy shades arose,
Who feared nor foreign nor domestic foes.
In civil war, the numerous fields were red
Where Fairfax fought, and where his brothers bled;
But now 'tis peace, no warriors from thy hall
Ride forth in armour at the trumpet's call.
How blest the land, when martial days are o'er,
Like those of Towton or of Marston Moor;
When regal power, when law was laid aside,
And Britons by the swords of Britons died!
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