Tixall Poetry.
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And puft so prowdly high
Above the brinkes of mortality:
Even dares the Gods to reparation,
And carves new currents to religion.
Above the brinkes of mortality:
Even dares the Gods to reparation,
And carves new currents to religion.
VI.
An army theire, raised to protect the cause
Of common welth and lawes,
High fed with publique tresure freely powr'd,
And plentifully showrd;
That, like a torrent overflown,
Drove desolation
Before it, now wild to see
No more the face of enemy,
'Gainst its owne citty turnes th' ungratefull flood,
Threats a new deluge there of parents blood.
An army theire, raised to protect the cause
Of common welth and lawes,
High fed with publique tresure freely powr'd,
And plentifully showrd;
That, like a torrent overflown,
Drove desolation
Before it, now wild to see
No more the face of enemy,
'Gainst its owne citty turnes th' ungratefull flood,
Threats a new deluge there of parents blood.
VII.
A people seated in a fayre aboad,
Where milke and nectar flowd,
Where peace and iustice fild the cupps of blisse,
In a perpetual kisse:
A people seated in a fayre aboad,
Where milke and nectar flowd,
Where peace and iustice fild the cupps of blisse,
In a perpetual kisse:
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