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GONDIBERT,
11.
Figures of fighting Chiefs, born to orecome
Those who without their leave would all destroy;
Chiefs, who had brought renown to Athens, Rome,
To Carthage, Tyre, and to lamented Troy.
Figures of fighting Chiefs, born to orecome
Those who without their leave would all destroy;
Chiefs, who had brought renown to Athens, Rome,
To Carthage, Tyre, and to lamented Troy.
12.
Such was her wealth, her Mothers Legacy;
And well she knew it was of special price;
But she has begg'd what Heav'n must not deny;
So would not make a common Sacrifice.
Such was her wealth, her Mothers Legacy;
And well she knew it was of special price;
But she has begg'd what Heav'n must not deny;
So would not make a common Sacrifice.
13.
To the black Temple she her Sorrow bears;
Where she out-begg'd the tardy begging Thief;
Made weeping Magdaline but poor in Tears,
Yet Silent as their Pictures was her Grief.
To the black Temple she her Sorrow bears;
Where she out-begg'd the tardy begging Thief;
Made weeping Magdaline but poor in Tears,
Yet Silent as their Pictures was her Grief.
14.
Her purpos'd penance she did here fulfill;
Those Pictures dress'd, and the spent Lamp reliev'd
With fragrant Oyls, dropp'd from her Silver Still;
And now for those that there sat mourning, griev'd.
Her purpos'd penance she did here fulfill;
Those Pictures dress'd, and the spent Lamp reliev'd
With fragrant Oyls, dropp'd from her Silver Still;
And now for those that there sat mourning, griev'd.
15.
Those Penitients, who knew her innocence,
Wonder what Parents sin she did bemoan;
And venture (though they go unpardon'd thence)
More sighs for her redress than for their own.
Those Penitients, who knew her innocence,
Wonder what Parents sin she did bemoan;
And venture (though they go unpardon'd thence)
More sighs for her redress than for their own.
16.
Now jealousie no more benights her face,
Her courage beauteous grows, and grief decays;
And with such joy as shipwrack'd Men imbrace
The Shore, she hastens to the House of Praise.
Now jealousie no more benights her face,
Her courage beauteous grows, and grief decays;
And with such joy as shipwrack'd Men imbrace
The Shore, she hastens to the House of Praise.
17.
And there the Gem she from her bosom took,
(With which till now she trembled to advise)
So far from pale, that Gondibert would look
Pale, if he saw, how it out-shin'd her Eyes.
And there the Gem she from her bosom took,
(With which till now she trembled to advise)
So far from pale, that Gondibert would look
Pale, if he saw, how it out-shin'd her Eyes.
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