 | John Dryden - 1760 - 488 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful mufe Soft pity to infufe : He... | |
 | John Dryden - 1760 - 528 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful mufe * * Soft pity to infufe :... | |
 | John Dryden - 1767 - 388 psl.
...again; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'dJijs hand, and check'd his pride. He cjrpfe a mournful mufe * Soft pity to infule :... | |
 | John Bell - 1777 - 644 psl.
...rise; [the slain. His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heav'n and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride, He chose a mournful muse. Soft pity to infuse: Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he stares... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 344 psl.
...again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he flew the !lain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he Heaven and Earth defy'd, He chafe a mournful Mufe, Soft pity to infufe ; Then thus he chaug'd his fong, and check'd... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 312 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew. d* flain. . The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chofe a mournful Mufe Soft pity to infufe: ,•... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 psl.
...And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the (lain. The mafter favv the madncfs rife ; all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory. Satire's my' wea Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride, He chofe a mournful mule, Soft pity to infufe : He fung Darius... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 658 psl.
...o'er ajain ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thr the (lain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes And while he heaven and earth defy'i Chang'd his hand, andcheck'd his pi He chofe a mournful Mufe Soft pity toinfufe: He fung Darius... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 psl.
...all his hattles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he sle* the >lain. — The master saw the madness rise; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth dcfy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He... | |
 | David Humphreys - 1804 - 440 psl.
...Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; t And while he heav'n and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. , He chose a mournful... | |
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Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes,... 
