Please read me one of your poems!
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Thank you for being so enthusiastic! This specific poem is about the sad death of a great patriot: | Thank you for being so enthusiastic! This specific poem is about the sad death of a great patriot: | ||
| - | In heavens eternal court it was decreed | + | *In heavens eternal court it was decreed |
| - | How the first martyr for the cause should bleed | + | *How the first martyr for the cause should bleed |
| - | To clear the country of the hated brood | + | *To clear the country of the hated brood |
| - | He whet his courage for the common good | + | *He whet his courage for the common good |
| - | Long hid before, a vile infernal here | + | *Long hid before, a vile infernal here |
| - | Prevents Achilles in his mid career | + | *Prevents Achilles in his mid career |
| - | Where'er this fury darts his Pois'nous breath | + | *Where'er this fury darts his Pois'nous breath |
| - | All are endanger'd to the shafts of death | + | *All are endanger'd to the shafts of death |
| - | The generous Sires beheld the fatal wound | + | *The generous Sires beheld the fatal wound |
| - | Saw their young champion gasping on the ground | + | *Saw their young champion gasping on the ground |
They rais'd him up. but to each present ear | They rais'd him up. but to each present ear | ||
What martial glories did his tongue declare | What martial glories did his tongue declare | ||
Revision as of 12:57, 26 March 2012
Thank you for being so enthusiastic! This specific poem is about the sad death of a great patriot:
- In heavens eternal court it was decreed
- How the first martyr for the cause should bleed
- To clear the country of the hated brood
- He whet his courage for the common good
- Long hid before, a vile infernal here
- Prevents Achilles in his mid career
- Where'er this fury darts his Pois'nous breath
- All are endanger'd to the shafts of death
- The generous Sires beheld the fatal wound
- Saw their young champion gasping on the ground
They rais'd him up. but to each present ear What martial glories did his tongue declare The wretch appal'd no longer can despise But from the Striking victim turns his eyes — When this young martial genius did appear The Tory cheifs no longer could forbear. Ripe for destruction, see the wretches doom He waits the curses of the age to come In vain he flies, by Justice Swiftly chaced With unexpected infamy disgraced Be Richardson for ever banish'd here The grand Usurpers bravely vaunted Heir. We bring the body from the watry bower To lodge it where it shall remove no more. Snider behold with what Majestic Love The Illustrious retinue begins to move With Secret rage fair freedoms foes beneath See in thy corse ev'n Majesty in Death.
