22 lines
915 B
Plaintext
22 lines
915 B
Plaintext
1645
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ON THE LORD GEN. FAIRFAX AT THE SEIGE OF COLCHESTER
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by John Milton
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Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings
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Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
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And all her jealous monarchs with amaze,
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And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
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Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings
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Victory home, though new rebellions raise
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Thir Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies
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Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings,
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O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand;
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For what can Warr, but endless warr still breed,
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Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed,
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And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand
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Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed
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While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.
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-THE END-
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