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And all the gilded images can stay,

Seç next, majestically great, Till Time's vast sea itself te roll'd away;

The founder of the Belgic state! O now assist with consecrated strains !

The Sun of glory, which so bright Let Art and Nature join to raise

Beam'd on all the darling line, A living monument of praise

Did, from its golden urn of light, O'er William's great remains.

On William's head redoubled shine; While Thames, inajestically sad, and slow,

His youthful looks diffus'd an awe. Seems by that reverend dome to tlow,

Charles, who had try'd the race before,
Which, new-interr'd, his sacred urn contains.

And knew great merits to explore,
If thou, O Muse, would'st e'er immortal be, When he his rising virtue saw,
This song bequeaths thee immortality;

He put in friendship's noble claim;
For William's praise can nc'ur expire, To his imperial court the hero brought,
Though Nature's self at last must die,

And there by early honours sought
And all this fair-erected sky

Alliance with his future fame.
Must sink with carth and sea, and melt away in fire. O generous sympathy, that binds
Begin—the spring of virtue trace,

In chains unseen the bravest minds! That, from afar descending, flow'd

O love to worthy deeds, in all great souls the same! Through the rich veins of all the godlike race,

But time at last brought forth th' amazing day, And fair renown on all the godlike race bestow'd!

When Charles, resolv'd to disengage This ancient source of noble blood

From empire's toils bis weary age, Through thee, Germania, wandering wide,

Gave with each hand a crown away. Like thy own Rhine's enriching tide,

Philip, his haughty son, afraid In numerous branches long diffus'd its flood.

Of William's virtue's, basely chose Rhine, scarce more ancient,never grac'd thee more,

His father's favourite to depose'; Though mantlingvines his comely head surround,

His tyrant reign requir'd far other ajd; And all along his sunny shore

And Alva's fiery duke, his scourge of vengeance, rose; Eternal plenty 's found.

With fames of inquisition rose from flell, From Heaven itself the illustrious line began; Of slaughter proud, and insolent in blood. Ten ages in descent it ran,

Wbat hand can paint the scenes of tragic woes? In each descent increas'd with honours new.

What tongue, sad Belgia! can thy story tell, Never did Heaven's Supreme inspire

When with her lifted axe proud Murder stood, In mortal breasts a nobler fire,

And thy brave sons, in crowds unnurnber'd, fell! Nor his own image livelier drew.

The Sun, with horrour of the sight, Of pure ethereal flame their souls he made,

Withdraus his sickly beams, and shrouds And, as beneath his forming hands they grew,

His muffled face in sullen clouds,
He bless'd the master-work, and said; And, on the scaffolds, faintly sheds a pale malignant
“ Go forth, my honour'd champions, go,

To vindicate my cause below!
Awful in power, defend for me

Thus Belgia's Liberty expiring lay,
Religion, Justice, Liberty,

And almost gasp'd her generous life away,
And at aspiring Tyranny

Till Orange hears her moving cries;
My delegated thunder throw!

He hcars, and, marching from afar,
For this, the great Nassovian name I raise,

Brings to her and the sprightly War.
And still this character divine,

At his approach, reviv'd with fresh supplies,
Distinguish'd through the race shall shine,

Of gather'd strength, she on her murderers flies Zeal for their country's good, and thirst of virtuous But Heaven, at first, resolv'd to try praise.”

By proofs adverse his constancy.

Four armies lost, two gallant brothers ? slain,
Now look, Britannia, look, and see

Will he the desperate war maintain?
Through the clear glass of history,

Though rolling tempests darken all the sky,
From whom thy mighty sovereign came,

And thunder breaks around his head,
And take a larger view of far-extended fame.

Will he again the faithless sea explore,
See, crowds of heroes rise to sight!

And, oft driven back, still quit the shore?
Adolphus’, with imperial splendour gay:

He will his soul averse to dread,
Brave Philibert, unmatch'd in light,

Unwearied, still the spite of Fortune braves,
Who led the German cagle to his prey,

Superior, and serene, amidst the stormy waves. Thro' Lombardy he mark'd his conquer'd way, And made proud Rome and Naplesown his unresisted

Such was the man, so vast his mind! might.

The steady instrument of Fate, His gallant nephew next appcars,

To fix the basis of a rising state!
And on his brows the wreaths of conquest wears, My Muse with horrour views the scene behind,
Though streaming wounds the martial figure stain;

And fain would draw a shade, and fam
For thce, Grcat Charles', in battle slain,

Would hide his destin'd end, nor tell
Slain in all a soldier's pride,

How hc-the dreaded foe of Spain,
He fell triumphant by thy side,

More fear'd than thousands on the plain,
And falling fought, and fighting dy'd,
And lay, a manly corpse, extended on the plain.

6 He was then in Germany. Adolphus the emperor, of the House of Nassau. ? The counts Lodowick and Henry. Renè of Nassau. Charles V.

8 Sævis tranquillus in undis, the prince's motta

By the vile hand of a bold ruffian fell.

As if he knew, he had not long to stay: No mort-th' ungrateful prospect let us leave! Such young Marcellus was, the hopeful grace And, in his room, behold arise,

Of ancient Rome, but quickly snatch'd away. Bright as th' immortal twins that grace the skies, Breda beheld th' adventurous boy, A noble pair', his absence to retrieve!

His tender limbs in shining armour dress'd, In these the hero's soul survives,

Where, with his father, the hot siege he press'd. And William doubly in his offspring lives.

His father saw, with pleasing joy, [press'd. Maurice, for martial greatness, far

His own reflected worth, and youthful charms ex

But, when his country breath'd from war's alarms, His father's glorious fame exceeds:

His martial virtues lay obscure; Henry alone can match his brother's deeds;

Nor could a warrior, form'd for arms,
Both were, like Scipio's sons, the thunderbolts of war.

Th’ inglorious rest endure;
None e'er, than Maurice, better knew,

But sicken'd soon, and sudden dy'd,
Camps, sieges, battles, to ordain;

And left in tears his pregnant bride,
None c'er, than Henry, fiercer did pursue

His bride, the daughter of Britannia's king; The tlying foe, or earlier conquests gain.

Nor saw th'auspicious pledge of nuptial love, For scarce sixteen revolving years he told,

Which from that happy marriage was to spring, When, eager for the fight, and bold,

But with his great fore-fathers gain'd a blissful seat Intiam'd by Glory's sprightly charms,

above. His brother brought him to the field; Taught his young hand the truncheon well to wield, Here pause, my Muse! and wind up higher And practis'd him betimes to arms.

The strings of thy Pindaric lyre!

Then with bold strains the lofty song pursue; let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought

And bid Britannia once again review
Beiore her walls, that memorable day,

The numerous worthies of the line.
When the victorious youths in concert fought,
And matchless valour did display!

See, like immortals, how they shine!

Each life a history alone! How, ere the battle join'd, they strove

And last, to crown the great design, With emulous honour, and with mutual love;

Look forward, and behold them all in one' Hus Maurice, touch'd with tender care

Look, but spare thy fruitless tears Of Henry's safety, begg'd him to remove;

'Tis thy own William next appears. Henry refus'd his blooming youth to spare, but with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to proye

Advance, celestial form! let Britain see Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers share.

Th' accomplish'd glory of thy race in thee! () zeneruus strife! and worthy such a pair!

So, when some splendid triumph was to come, His dear did Albert this contention pay!

In long procession through the streets of Rome, Fitness the tloods of streaming gore;

The crowd beheld, with vast surprise, Witness the trampled heaps, that chok'd the plain, The glittering train in autul order move, And stopp'd the victors in their way;

'To the bright temple of Feretrian Jove, [eyes: Witness the neighbouring sea, and sandy shore, And trophies borne along employ'd their dazzled Drunk with the purple life of twice three thousand But when the laureld emperor, mounted high slain!

Above the rest, appear'd to sight,

In his proud car of victory, Furtune, that on her wheel capricious stands,

Shining with rays excessive bright, And waves her painted wings, inconstant, proud,

He put the long preceding pomp to flight; liood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands

Their wonder conld no bigher rise,
Promiscuous gifts among the crowd,

With joy they throng his chariot wheels, and rend Restless of place, and still prepar'd for flight,

with shouts the skies. Was constant here, and seem'd restor'd to sight: Won by their merit, and resolv'd to bless

To thee, great prince! to thy extensire mind, The happy brothers with a long successo

Not by thy country's narrow bounds confin'd, Maurice, the first resign'd to fate:

The Fates an ample scene afford; The youngest had a longer date,

And injur'd nations claim the succour of thy sword. And lived the space appointed to complete

No respite to thy tojis is given, The great republic, rais'd so high before;

Till thou ascend thy native Heaven: Finish'd by him, the stately fabric bore

One Hy«Ira-head cut off, still more abound, Its lofty top aspiring to the sky:

And twins sprout up to fill the wound. in vain the winds and rains around it beat;

So endless is the task that heroes tind Io rain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, To tame the monster Vice, and to reform mankind. They dash themselves, and break, and backward fly, For this, Alcides heretofore, Dispers'd and murmuring at his feet.

And mighty Theseus, travell'd o'er Insulting Spain the fruitless strife gives o'er,

Vast tracts of sea and land, and slew And claims dominion there no more.

Wild beasts and serpents gorg'd with human prey : Then Henry, ripe for immortality,

From stony dens fierce lurking robbers drew, His fiigbí to Heaven eternal springs, (wings. And bid the cheerful traveller pass on his peaceful And, o'er his quiet grave, Peace spreads her downy way.

Yet, though the toilsome work they lone pursue, His son, a second William, fills his place,

To rid the world's wild pathless tietol, and climbs to manhood with so swift a pace,

Still poisonous weeds and thorns in clusters gre*,

And large unwholesome crops did yield, 9 Maurice and Henry.

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Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,

Had not Britannia's chief withstood
And ev'n a child didst laurels win.

The threaten'd deluge, and repellid,
Two snaky plagues around his cradle twin'd, To its forsaken banks, th' unwilling flood,
Sent by the jealous wife of Jove,

And in his hand the scales of balanc'd kingdoms held. In speckled wreaths of Death they strove, Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee, The mighty babe to bind:

Whose faithful soul, from private interest free, And twisted Faction, in thy infancy,

(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.

O'er all its passions sat exalted high, But, as Jove's offspring slew his hissing foes; As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, So thou, descended from a line

And sees the moving clouds at distance Ay below. Of patriots no less divine, Didst quench the brutal rage of those,

Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Who durst thy dawning worth oppose.

Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed Great Edward and his glorious son! Its yellow juice, and at thy feet lay dead.

Will own themselves in thee outdone, Thus, like the Sun, did thy great Genius rise,

Though Crecy's desperate fight eternal honours won. With clouds around his sacred head,

Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispell’d the dropping mists, and gilded all A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.

And Agincourt has rais’d his lofty name;

Yet the loud voice of ever-living Fame
Great Julius, who with generous envy view'd Of thee more numerous triumphs sings.
The statue of brave Philip's braver son,

But, though no chief contends with thee,
And wept to think what such a youth subdued, In all the long records of history,
While, more in age, himself had yet so little done, Thy own great deeds together strive,
Had wept much more, if he had liv'd to see Which shall the fairest light derive,
The glorious deeds achiev'd by thee;

On thy immortal memory;
To see thee, at a beardless age,

Whether Seneff's amazing field Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage,

To celebrated Mons shall yield; And bravely fighting for thy country's liberty; Or both give place to more amazing Boyne; While he inglorious laurels sought,

Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest And not to save his country fought;

outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!

While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,

And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,

Amazd, he'll show his fellows of the plain, Enrag'd, he spurn'd at her command,

The reliques of victorious years; Hurl'dat her breast the impious steel, and bath'd it in And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did re

Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory, (gain.

With wonder too repeats thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,

How oft the foes thy lifted sword have scen Thy standard still the public good :

In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:

At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,

As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,

How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)

And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resign'd;

Confederate princes us'd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,

“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before:

And spread the joyful summons round! 'Twas more than Philip's son could do,

Call Britain's king, and Victory!” When for new worlds the madman cry'd;

So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd

In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,

Upon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.

That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,

The Grecian chiefs, of mighty faine,
O savage lust of arbitrary sway!
Insatiate fury, which in man we find,

Impatient for the son of Thetis wait :

At last the son of Thetis camne; In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind, And make the world, enslav'd, his vicious will obey! Troy shook her nodding towers, and mourn’d th' iz How has this fiend, Ambition, long defac'd

pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste !

O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,

Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,

Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,

How short has thy mild empire been! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?

When pregnant Time brought forth this new-ban Scarce are their silent ruins found;

At first we saw thee gently smile ( (ar But, in th’ ensuing age,

On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile Trampled into common ground,

sing rage.

Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's destroy-
All Europe too had shar'd this wretched fate,
And mourn d her heavy woes too late,

Edward III. and the Black Prince.

her gore.



But soon the lion wak'd again, (mane.

ANACREON. And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his grisly

Soon was the year of triumphs past;

And Janus, ushering in a new,
With backward look did pompous scenes review; Their various cares in soft repose,

Ar dead of night, when mortals lose
But his fore-face with frowns was overcast;

I heard a knocking at my door:
He saw the gathering storms of war,

“ Who's that,” said

“ at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar. Disturbs my rest ?”—It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its bero can no longer spare,

And thus in mournful tone reply'd : To mix in our tumultuous broils below;

“A poor unhappy child am I,
Yet suffer'd his foreseeing care,

That's come to beg your charity;
Those bolts of vengeance to prepare,

Pray let me in ! - You need not fear;
Which other hands shall throw;

I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
That glory to a mighty queen remains,

But, wet and cold, crave shelter here;
To triumph o'er th'extinguish'd foe;

Betray'd by night, and led astray,
She shall supply the Thunderer's place”;

I've lost-alas! I've lost my way.”
As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains,

Mov'd with this little tale of fate,
Wart'd on the giants' impious race,

(low. I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins

When seel a naked boy before
Then Anne's shall rival great Eliza's reign;

The threshold; at his back he wore
And William's Genius, with a grateful smile,

A pair of wings, and by his side
Look down, and bless this happy isle;

A crooked bow and quiver ty’d.
And Peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown My pretty angel ! come," said I,

“ Come to the fire, and do not cry!”
I strok'd his neck and shoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair;

Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,

And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.
Recover'd thus, says he; “ I'd know,

Whether the rain has spoiled my bow;
APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,

Let's try”-then shot me with a dart.
Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart,
Whilst we thy Damon's praise rehearse:

As if a bee had stung my heart.
Damon himself could animate the lyre.

Are these your thanks, ungrateful child,
Apollo, god of sounds and verse,

Are these your thanks?”—Th’impostor smild: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

“ Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.

“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;.

But what a wretch I've made of thee !"
Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, so sweet a grace,

Such blooming fragrance in thy face;
So soft thy air, thy visage so serene,

That harmony ev'n in thy look was seen.
But when thou didst th’obedient strings command,

And join in consort thy melodious hand, Where Babylon's proud walls, erected high
Eva Fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,

By fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky,
Pate had been charm’d, had Fate an ear. Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair;
Bat what does Music's skill avail?

Adjoining houses held the lovely pair.
When Orpheus did his loss deplore,

His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;

Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hash'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar; Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.

An early promise of the love t'ensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;

Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.

The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; Sæ, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!

But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,

To check the joy; they could not check the love. For the new guest's arrival stay,

Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.

The more conceal’d, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,

Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Seats of eternal harmony and love;

And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.

Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, beCease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn:

tween Your Damon never will return,

Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen,
No, never, never more!

For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
This small defect, for Love is eagle-ey'd,

And in soft wbispers soon the passage try'd. * Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her Safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day majesty's woronation medals.

A thousand amorous blandishments convey;


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And often, as they stood on either side,

As when, a conduit broke, the streams shoot highe To catch by turns the flitting voice, they cry'd, Starting in sudden fountains through the sky, “ Why, envious Wall, ah! why dost thou destroy So spouts the living stream, and sprinkled o'er The lovers' hopes, and why forbid the joy?

The tree's fair berries with a crimson gore, How should we bless thee, would'st thou yield to While, sapp'd in purple foods, the conscious root charms,

Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit. And, opening, let us rush into each other's arms! The fair, who fear'd to disappoint her love, At least, if that's too much, afford a space

Yet trembling with the fright, forsook the grove,
To meeting lips, nor shall we slight the grace; And sought the youth, impatient to relate
We owe to thee this freedom to complain,

Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate.
And breathe our vows, but vows, alas! in vain." She saw the vary'd tree had lost its white,
Thus having said, when evening call’d to rest, And doubting stood if that could be the right,
The faithful pair on either side imprest

Nor doubted long; for now her eyes beheld
An intercepted kiss, then bade good-night; A dying person spurn the sanguine field.
But when th' ensuing dawn had put to fight Aghast she started back, and shook with pain,
The stars; and Phæbus, rising from his bed, As rising breezes curl the trembling main.
Drank up the dews, and dry'd the flowery mead, She gaz'd awhile entranc'd; but when she found
Again they meet, in sighs again disclose

It was her lover weltering on the ground, Their grief, and last this bold design propose; She beat her lovely breast, and tore her hair, That, in the dead of night, both would deceive Clasp'd the dear corpse, and, frantic in despair, Their keepers, and the house and city leave; Kiss'd his cold face, supply'd a briny flood And lest, escap'd, without the walls they stray To the wide wound, and mingled tears with blood. In pathless fields, and wander from the way,

Say, Pyramus, oh say, what chance severe At Ninus' tomb their meeting they agree,

Has snatch'd thee from my arms? Beneath the shady covert of the tree;

'Tis thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!” The tree, well-known, near a cool fountain grew, At Thisbe's name he lifts his dying eyes, And bore fair mulberries of snowy hue.

And, having seen her, clos'd them up, and dies. The prospect pleas'd; the Sun's unwelcome light But when she knew the bloody veil, and spy'd (That slowly seem'd to move, and slack his flight) The ivory scabbard empty by his side, Sunk in the seas; from the same seas arose the sable “ Ah, wretched youth,” said she, “by love betray'da! night;

Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade. When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair Weak as I am, I boast as strong a love; Unlock'd the door, and gain'd the open air; For such a deed, this hand as bold shall prove. Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went, I'll follow thee to death; the world shall call Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monument. Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall; Then sat beneath th’appointed trce alone;

And ev'n in death, which could alone disjoin But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Our persons, yet in death thou shalt be mine. She sat not long, before from far she spy'd

But hear, in both our names, this dying prayer, A lioness approach the fountain-side ;

Ye wretched parents of a wretched pair! Fierce was her glare, her foamy paws in blood Let in one urn our ashes be confin'd, Of slaughter'd bulls besmear'd, and foul with food; Whom mutual love and the same fate have join'd. For, reeking from the prey, the savage came, And thou, fair Tree, beneath whose friendly sbade To drown her thirst within the neighbouring stream. One lifeless lorer is already laid, Affrighted Thisbe, trembling at the sight,

And soon shall corer two; for ever wear Fled to a darksome den, but in her flight

Death's sable bue, and purple berries bear!” Her veil dropp'd off behind. Deep of the flood She said, and plunges in her breast the sword, The monster drank, and, satiate, to the wood

and reeking from its slaughter'd lord. Returning, found the garment as it lay,

Relenting Heaven allows her last request,
And, torn with bloody feet, dispers'd it in her way. And pity touch'd their mournful parents breast
Belated Pyramus arriv’d, and found

The fruit, when ripe, a purple dve retains ;
The mark of savage feet along the sandy ground: And in one urn are plac'd their dear remains.
All pale he turn'd; but soon as he beheld
The crirason'd vesture scatter'd o'er the field,
“ One night,” he cry'd, “two lovers shall destroy!
She worthy to have liv'd long years of joy,
But mine's the forfeit life; unhappy maid !

TILE TRIUMPH OF LOVE. 'Twas I that slew thee, I th' appointment made;

To places full of death thy innocence betray'd,
And came not first myself-( hither haste,


me, some god, whence does this change arise; Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !

Why gentle Sleep forsakes my weary eyes? Tear my devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,

Why, turning often, all the tedious night And gorge your famine in my open'd side!

In pain I lie, and watch the springing light?-But cowards call for death!"-Thus having spoke, What cruel dernon haunts my tortur'd mind ? The fatal garinent from the ground he took, Sure, if 'twere Love, I should th’invader find; And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,

Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy, And bath'd in flowing tears the well-known vest : With silent arts ingenious to destroy. Now take a second stain," the lover said,

Alas! 'tis so'tis fix'd the secret dart; While from his side he snatch'd his sharpen'd blade, I feel the tyrant ravaging my heart. And drove it in his groin; then from the wound Then, shall I yield? or th' infant flame oppose ! Withdrew the steel, and, staggering, fell to ground: | 1 yieid !--Resistance would increase my woes :

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