an Heroick Poem.
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39.
And now that cold remainder Valour left
Of these whom Love had lost, and Fate forsook;
The Two that were of all but Fame bereft,
From Hurgonil the weeping People took.
And now that cold remainder Valour left
Of these whom Love had lost, and Fate forsook;
The Two that were of all but Fame bereft,
From Hurgonil the weeping People took.
40.
Whilst of them both sad Hurgonil takes leave,
Till th' universal meeting Faith provides;
The Day when all shall publickly receave
Those Bodies, Death does not destroy, but Hides.
Whilst of them both sad Hurgonil takes leave,
Till th' universal meeting Faith provides;
The Day when all shall publickly receave
Those Bodies, Death does not destroy, but Hides.
41.
Then to his Palace he retires by stealth,
His wounds from his lov'd Mistress to conceal,
On whose dear joys so much depends his health;
The wounds her Tears should touch would never heal.
Then to his Palace he retires by stealth,
His wounds from his lov'd Mistress to conceal,
On whose dear joys so much depends his health;
The wounds her Tears should touch would never heal.
42.
To the chief Temple straight the People bear
The valiant Rivals, who for love were slain;
Whom all he peacefull Priests behold with fear,
And griev'd such Guests they durst not entertain.
To the chief Temple straight the People bear
The valiant Rivals, who for love were slain;
Whom all he peacefull Priests behold with fear,
And griev'd such Guests they durst not entertain.
43.
For soon the Prior of their Brotherhood
(Who long serv'd Heav'n with praise, the world with pray'r)
Cry'd out, this holy House is shut to blood,
To all that die in combat or despair.
For soon the Prior of their Brotherhood
(Who long serv'd Heav'n with praise, the world with pray'r)
Cry'd out, this holy House is shut to blood,
To all that die in combat or despair.
44.
These by their bloody marks in Combat dy'd,
Through anger, the disease of Beasts untam'd;
Whose wrath is hunger, but in Men 'tis pride,
Yet theirs is cruelty, ours courage nam'd.
These by their bloody marks in Combat dy'd,
Through anger, the disease of Beasts untam'd;
Whose wrath is hunger, but in Men 'tis pride,
Yet theirs is cruelty, ours courage nam'd.
45.
Here the neglected Lord of peace does live;
Who taught the wrangling world the rules of love,
Should we his dwelling to the wrathfull give,
Our Sainted Dead would rise, and he remove.
Here the neglected Lord of peace does live;
Who taught the wrangling world the rules of love,
Should we his dwelling to the wrathfull give,
Our Sainted Dead would rise, and he remove.
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