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She, having kill’d, no more does search
But on the next green bough to perch,
Where, when he first does lure,
The falconer has her sure.
But on the next green bough to perch,
Where, when he first does lure,
The falconer has her sure.
—What may not then our Isle presume
While victory his crest does plume?
What may not others fear
If thus he crowns each year!
While victory his crest does plume?
What may not others fear
If thus he crowns each year!
As Caesar he, ere long, to Gaul,
To Italy an Hannibal,
And to all states not free
Shall climacteric be.
To Italy an Hannibal,
And to all states not free
Shall climacteric be.
The Pict no shelter now shall find
Within his parti-colour’d mind,
But from this valour, sad
Shrink underneath the plaid—
Within his parti-colour’d mind,
But from this valour, sad
Shrink underneath the plaid—
Happy, if in the tufted brake
The English hunter him mistake,
Nor lay his hounds in near
The Caledonian deer.
The English hunter him mistake,
Nor lay his hounds in near
The Caledonian deer.
But Thou, the War’s and Fortune’s son,
March indefatigably on;
And for the last effect
Still keep the sword erect:
March indefatigably on;
And for the last effect
Still keep the sword erect:
Besides the force it has to fright
The spirits of the shady night,
The same arts that did gain
A power, must it maintain.
A. Marvell
The spirits of the shady night,
The same arts that did gain
A power, must it maintain.
A. Marvell
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LYCIDAS
Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude.
And with forced finders rude
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude.
And with forced finders rude
