Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb,… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings. — William Somervile Copy Share Image
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay. — William Somervile Copy Share Image
