an Heroick Poem.
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All greatness bred in blood be now abas'd!
Instinct, the inward Image, which is wrought
And given with Life, be like thaw'd wax defac'd!
Though that bred better honour than is taught;
All greatness bred in blood be now abas'd!
Instinct, the inward Image, which is wrought
And given with Life, be like thaw'd wax defac'd!
Though that bred better honour than is taught;
70.
And may impressions of the common ill
Which from street Parents the most low derives,
Blot all my minds fair book if I stand still,
Whilst Oswald singly for the Publick strives:
And may impressions of the common ill
Which from street Parents the most low derives,
Blot all my minds fair book if I stand still,
Whilst Oswald singly for the Publick strives:
71.
A Brothers love all that obedience stays,
Which Oswald else might as my Leader claim;
Whom as my love, my honour disobays,
And bids me serve our greater Leader, Fame.
A Brothers love all that obedience stays,
Which Oswald else might as my Leader claim;
Whom as my love, my honour disobays,
And bids me serve our greater Leader, Fame.
72.
With gentle looks Oswald to Hubert bows,
And said, I then must yield that Hubert shall
(Since from the same bright Sun our lustre grows)
Rise with my Morns, and with my Ev'nings fall!
With gentle looks Oswald to Hubert bows,
And said, I then must yield that Hubert shall
(Since from the same bright Sun our lustre grows)
Rise with my Morns, and with my Ev'nings fall!
73.
Bold Paradine and Dargonet reviv'd
Their suit, and cry'd, We are Astolpho's sons!
Who from your highest spring his blood deriv'd,
Though now it down in lower Channels runs.
Bold Paradine and Dargonet reviv'd
Their suit, and cry'd, We are Astolpho's sons!
Who from your highest spring his blood deriv'd,
Though now it down in lower Channels runs.
74.
Such lucky seasons to attain renown,
We must not lose, who are to you ally'd;
Others usurp, who would your dangers own,
And what our duty is, in them is pride.
Such lucky seasons to attain renown,
We must not lose, who are to you ally'd;
Others usurp, who would your dangers own,
And what our duty is, in them is pride.
75.
Then as his last Decree thus Oswald spake;
You that vouchsafe to glory in my blood,
Shall share my doom, which for your merits sake,
Fate, were it bad, would alter into good.
Then as his last Decree thus Oswald spake;
You that vouchsafe to glory in my blood,
Shall share my doom, which for your merits sake,
Fate, were it bad, would alter into good.
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