Several Occasions.
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Seek'st thou some Centinel, or absent Friend?
Speak instant!Silent to advance, is Death!
Speak instant!Silent to advance, is Death!
O Pride of Greece, the plaintive King returns,
Here in thy Tent thou Agamemnon view'st,
A Prince, the most unhappy of Mankind;
Woes I endure which none but Kings can feel,
Which ne'er will cease until forgot in Death:
Pensive I wander thro' the Damp of Night,
Thro' the cold Damp of Night; distress'd! alone!
And Sleep is grown a Stranger to my Eyes:
The weight of all the War, the load of Woes
That presses every Greek, united falls
On methe Cares of all the Host are mine!
Grief discomposes, and distracts my Thoughts,
My restless panting Heart, as if it strove
To force its Prison, beats against my Sides!
Here in thy Tent thou Agamemnon view'st,
A Prince, the most unhappy of Mankind;
Woes I endure which none but Kings can feel,
Which ne'er will cease until forgot in Death:
Pensive I wander thro' the Damp of Night,
Thro' the cold Damp of Night; distress'd! alone!
And Sleep is grown a Stranger to my Eyes:
The weight of all the War, the load of Woes
That presses every Greek, united falls
On methe Cares of all the Host are mine!
Grief discomposes, and distracts my Thoughts,
My restless panting Heart, as if it strove
To force its Prison, beats against my Sides!
My
