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GONDIBERT,
4.
Verona, sprung from noble Vera's name,
Whom careless Time (still scatt'ring old Records
Where they are loosly gather'd up by Fame)
Proclaims the chief of ancient Tuscan Lords.
Verona, sprung from noble Vera's name,
Whom careless Time (still scatt'ring old Records
Where they are loosly gather'd up by Fame)
Proclaims the chief of ancient Tuscan Lords.
5.
Verona borders on that fatal Plain;
Whose barren thirst was quench'd with valiant blood,
When the rough Cymbrians by fierce Marius slain,
Left Hills of Bodies where their Ensigns stood.
Verona borders on that fatal Plain;
Whose barren thirst was quench'd with valiant blood,
When the rough Cymbrians by fierce Marius slain,
Left Hills of Bodies where their Ensigns stood.
6.
So safely proud this Town did now appear,
As if it but immortal Dwellers lack'd;
As if Theodorick had ne'r been there,
Nor Attila her wealth and beauty sack'd.
So safely proud this Town did now appear,
As if it but immortal Dwellers lack'd;
As if Theodorick had ne'r been there,
Nor Attila her wealth and beauty sack'd.
7.
Here Hurgonil might follow with his Eye
(As with deep stream it through the City pass'd)
The fruitfull and the frighted Adice,
Which thence from noise and nets to sea does haste.
Here Hurgonil might follow with his Eye
(As with deep stream it through the City pass'd)
The fruitfull and the frighted Adice,
Which thence from noise and nets to sea does haste.
8.
And on her peopled Bank they might behold
The toyls of conquest paid with works of pride;
The Palace of King Agilulf the old,
Or Monument, for ere 'twas built, he dy'd.
And on her peopled Bank they might behold
The toyls of conquest paid with works of pride;
The Palace of King Agilulf the old,
Or Monument, for ere 'twas built, he dy'd.
9.
To it that Temple joyns, whose lofty Head
The prospect of a swelling Hill commands;
In whose cool womb the City springs are bred:
On Dorique Pillars this tall Temple stands.
To it that Temple joyns, whose lofty Head
The prospect of a swelling Hill commands;
In whose cool womb the City springs are bred:
On Dorique Pillars this tall Temple stands.
10.
This to sooth Heav'n the bloody Clephes built,
As if Heav'ns King so soft and easie were,
So meanly hous'd in Heav'n, and kind to guilt,
That he would be a Tyrant's Tenant here.
This to sooth Heav'n the bloody Clephes built,
As if Heav'ns King so soft and easie were,
So meanly hous'd in Heav'n, and kind to guilt,
That he would be a Tyrant's Tenant here.
