網頁圖片
PDF
ePub 版

THE SOLILOQU Y

UN

O F

A ROYAL EXILE.

NHAPPY I! who, once ordain'd to bear
God's justice sword, and his vicegerent here,
Am now depos'd !—'gainst me my children rise,
My life must be their only facrifice :

Highly they me accufe, but nothing prove;
But this is out of tenderness and love!

They feek to fpill my blood; 'tis that alone
Must for the nation's crying fins atone.
But careful Heaven forewarn'd me in a dream,
And fhew'd me that my dangers were extreme ;
The heavenly vision spoke, and bade me flee
Th' ungrateful brood that were not worthy me:
Alarm'd I fled at the appointed time;
And mere neccffity was made my crime!

CON

[blocks in formation]

The Art of Poetry, by Mr Dryden and Sir Wil

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]
« 上一頁繼續 »