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GONDIBERT,
46.
These from the Lombards highly have deserv'd,
In Conquests where thy Father did command;
Whom they for Science and affection serv'd,
And lost their Limbs to gain our Scepter Land.
These from the Lombards highly have deserv'd,
In Conquests where thy Father did command;
Whom they for Science and affection serv'd,
And lost their Limbs to gain our Scepter Land.
47.
Which yet are noble, though unsightly signs,
That each in active courage much abounds;
And many a widow'd Mother now repines,
They cannot shew the Men who gave those wounds.
Which yet are noble, though unsightly signs,
That each in active courage much abounds;
And many a widow'd Mother now repines,
They cannot shew the Men who gave those wounds.
48.
For dearly did the Huns for honour pay,
When they deform'd them in a fatal fight;
Since though they strongly struggled for the day,
Yet all they got, was everlasting Night.
For dearly did the Huns for honour pay,
When they deform'd them in a fatal fight;
Since though they strongly struggled for the day,
Yet all they got, was everlasting Night.
49.
And Oswald's Friends, were they not timely gone
(Though all the Faction in one Army were)
Should mourn this act against their Gen'ral's Son,
Who was to Souldiers more than Triumph dear.
And Oswald's Friends, were they not timely gone
(Though all the Faction in one Army were)
Should mourn this act against their Gen'ral's Son,
Who was to Souldiers more than Triumph dear.
50.
For these to Conquest us'd, Retreats dislike;
Thy beauty want, to others Beauty's cost,
With envious rage still at the Face they strike,
And punish Youth, for what in youth they lost.
For these to Conquest us'd, Retreats dislike;
Thy beauty want, to others Beauty's cost,
With envious rage still at the Face they strike,
And punish Youth, for what in youth they lost.
51.
Thus, though the Duke's amazement be remov'd,
It now returns, gladly on him to gaze,
Who feeds those Fighters whom his Father lov'd;
A gratitude would Virtue's self amaze.
Thus, though the Duke's amazement be remov'd,
It now returns, gladly on him to gaze,
Who feeds those Fighters whom his Father lov'd;
A gratitude would Virtue's self amaze.
52.
Thou art, said he, (then melted whilst he spake)
So ripe in what nice Heav'n does dearly love,
That Heav'ns remorse for Earth we should mistake,
To think it will forbear thee long above.
Thou art, said he, (then melted whilst he spake)
So ripe in what nice Heav'n does dearly love,
That Heav'ns remorse for Earth we should mistake,
To think it will forbear thee long above.
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