an Heroick Poem.
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55.
Thrice from the ground his vanquish'd Head he rear'd,
And with last looks his Forrest walks did view;
Where sixtie Summers he had rul'd the Heard,
And where sharp Dittanie now vainly grew:
Thrice from the ground his vanquish'd Head he rear'd,
And with last looks his Forrest walks did view;
Where sixtie Summers he had rul'd the Heard,
And where sharp Dittanie now vainly grew:
56.
Whose hoarie Leaves no more his wounds shall heal;
For with a Sigh (a blast of all his breath)
That viewless thing call'd Life, did from him steal;
And with their Bugle Horns they wind his death.
Whose hoarie Leaves no more his wounds shall heal;
For with a Sigh (a blast of all his breath)
That viewless thing call'd Life, did from him steal;
And with their Bugle Horns they wind his death.
57.
Then with their annual wanton sacrifice
(Taught by old custom, whose decrees are vain,
And we like hum'rous Antiquaries prise
Age though deform'd) they hasten to the Plain.
Then with their annual wanton sacrifice
(Taught by old custom, whose decrees are vain,
And we like hum'rous Antiquaries prise
Age though deform'd) they hasten to the Plain.
58.
Thence homeward bend as Westward as the Sun;
Where Gondibert's allies proud Feasts prepare,
That day to honour which his Grand-fire won;
Though Feasts the Eves to Fun'rals often are.
Thence homeward bend as Westward as the Sun;
Where Gondibert's allies proud Feasts prepare,
That day to honour which his Grand-fire won;
Though Feasts the Eves to Fun'rals often are.
59.
One from the Forrest now approach'd their sight,
Who them did swiftly on the Spur pursue;
One there still resident as Day and Night,
And known as th' eldest Oak which in it grew.
One from the Forrest now approach'd their sight,
Who them did swiftly on the Spur pursue;
One there still resident as Day and Night,
And known as th' eldest Oak which in it grew.
60.
Who with his utmost breath, advancing cries,
(And such a vehemence no Art could feign)
Away, happie the Man that fastest flies;
Flie famous Duke, flie with thy noble Train!
Who with his utmost breath, advancing cries,
(And such a vehemence no Art could feign)
Away, happie the Man that fastest flies;
Flie famous Duke, flie with thy noble Train!
61.
The Duke reply'd, though with thy fears disguis'd,
Thou do'st my Sires old Rangers Image bear,
And for thy kindness shalt not be despis'd;
Though Counsels are but weak which come from fear.
The Duke reply'd, though with thy fears disguis'd,
Thou do'st my Sires old Rangers Image bear,
And for thy kindness shalt not be despis'd;
Though Counsels are but weak which come from fear.
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