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A Paraphrase On The Lamentation Of David, For The Death Of Saul And Jonathan.
Now beat your snowy breasts , reveal your woe , And from your brilliant eyes let liquid sorrows flow ' . Lament your king , and weep around his grave , Weep over hapless Saul , who kindly gave To you rich scarlet ; let your king be mourn'd , Who you with golden vestments oft adorn'd , Who gave you costly robes , and added more
To those your native charms , which pleas'd our eyes before ; How are the once victorious forc'd to yield , How are the mighty fall ' n amidst the field ; O ! let me of too partial fate complain ! Thou , Jonathan , wast on high places slain ; Alas ! what sorrow rushes on my breast ! Oh ! Jonathan , Oh ! how am I distress'd . * For thee distress'd , how can I now controu !
This stormy grief , that enters on my soul ! Oh ! in thatheavenlyyouth for ever ends The best of brothers , and the best of friends ! IJow shall I praise thy probity and truth ! How pleasant wast thou , O thou matchless youth ! Thy num ' rous favours all my passions move , Thy kindness e ' en surpass'd a woman ' s love ! Now perish'd are the warrior ' s spear and shield , ^ How are the once victorious forc'd to yield , j > JIow are the mighty fall ' n amidst the fatal field ! i
The Masons' Lodge.
THE MASONS' LODGE .
LET others in exalted strains relate The baleful wars of some ambitious state . By regal pride or state-intrigues begun , With loss of each best subject carried on , And which at Jast with dreadful success crown'd , Involve in ruin ev ' ry state around ; Me should the sacred Nine deign to inspire , ytmphion-Yketo touch the warbling lyre
., , Such themes unworthy of the muse I'd judge ; My peaceful muse should sing , the MASONS' LODGE , Where friendship and benevolence combine , T ' enlarge the soul , and manners to refine ; Where chearfulness beams forth in ev ' ry face , Upheld by joys that ne ' er shall feel decrease ; Whose happy and well regulated sway Without compulsion MASONS all obey ,
fiuch happy themes with joy my muse should sing ; Earth , sea , and air , with loud acclaims should ring , -Nor would I e ' er vain-gloriously pretend To what I sung eternity to lend ; But rather hope for e ' er- to found my fame On this my virtuous and well-chosen theme , Whose ties shall last when Nature shall decay , Rocks be consum'd , and mountains melt away 3 States , empires , kingdoms , in confusion hurl ' tf , All ! all ! shjill perish with an ending ; world ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Paraphrase On The Lamentation Of David, For The Death Of Saul And Jonathan.
Now beat your snowy breasts , reveal your woe , And from your brilliant eyes let liquid sorrows flow ' . Lament your king , and weep around his grave , Weep over hapless Saul , who kindly gave To you rich scarlet ; let your king be mourn'd , Who you with golden vestments oft adorn'd , Who gave you costly robes , and added more
To those your native charms , which pleas'd our eyes before ; How are the once victorious forc'd to yield , How are the mighty fall ' n amidst the field ; O ! let me of too partial fate complain ! Thou , Jonathan , wast on high places slain ; Alas ! what sorrow rushes on my breast ! Oh ! Jonathan , Oh ! how am I distress'd . * For thee distress'd , how can I now controu !
This stormy grief , that enters on my soul ! Oh ! in thatheavenlyyouth for ever ends The best of brothers , and the best of friends ! IJow shall I praise thy probity and truth ! How pleasant wast thou , O thou matchless youth ! Thy num ' rous favours all my passions move , Thy kindness e ' en surpass'd a woman ' s love ! Now perish'd are the warrior ' s spear and shield , ^ How are the once victorious forc'd to yield , j > JIow are the mighty fall ' n amidst the fatal field ! i
The Masons' Lodge.
THE MASONS' LODGE .
LET others in exalted strains relate The baleful wars of some ambitious state . By regal pride or state-intrigues begun , With loss of each best subject carried on , And which at Jast with dreadful success crown'd , Involve in ruin ev ' ry state around ; Me should the sacred Nine deign to inspire , ytmphion-Yketo touch the warbling lyre
., , Such themes unworthy of the muse I'd judge ; My peaceful muse should sing , the MASONS' LODGE , Where friendship and benevolence combine , T ' enlarge the soul , and manners to refine ; Where chearfulness beams forth in ev ' ry face , Upheld by joys that ne ' er shall feel decrease ; Whose happy and well regulated sway Without compulsion MASONS all obey ,
fiuch happy themes with joy my muse should sing ; Earth , sea , and air , with loud acclaims should ring , -Nor would I e ' er vain-gloriously pretend To what I sung eternity to lend ; But rather hope for e ' er- to found my fame On this my virtuous and well-chosen theme , Whose ties shall last when Nature shall decay , Rocks be consum'd , and mountains melt away 3 States , empires , kingdoms , in confusion hurl ' tf , All ! all ! shjill perish with an ending ; world ,