An Heroic Epistle to the Right Honourable the Lord Craven (3rd Ed.)
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Ev'n when to burst their bonds your ardor fail'd, And law, tyrannic law, at last prevail'd, Tho' forc'd a while to bend beneath the yoke, Its weight your dauntless spirit never broke, Still rankled in your breast the fatal wound, Tho' years had o'er it roll'd their circling round, On [A]SCROPE, tho' late, you rear'd your threat'ning arm, And shew'd the will without the pow'r to harm.
With Freedom's warmth, tho' thus your bosom glow'd, From no licentious heat the ardour flow'd When peaceful ...leaders rul'd with gentle sway, Still were you first their mandates to obey; Tho' Proctors, arm'd with all th' insulting pride Of legal pow'r, your daring soul defy'd, Yet to the ruler of the festive band You bow'd, nor scorn'd the toast-master's command; Obedient drank each penal draft of wine, And only fear'd a salt and water fine.
So burn'd your youthful heart with Freedom's flame, Such the fair dawning of your future fame; But when by time matur'd, the Peerage spread Its dazzling lustre round your honor'd head, The sacred fire that warm'd before your breast, Blaz'd boldly forth to all mankind confess'd, Immortal Liberty with blooming charms, Woo'd you so strongly to her heavenly arms, So fierce your passion, that you could not bear Another vot'ry should her favors share; For still your heart Othello's plan approves, Nor keeps a corner in the thing it loves For others uses; those who madly brave Attack the rights you have, or think you have, Shall weep their rashness, that in luckless hour, Oppos'd th' omnipotence of lordly pow'r.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Ev'n when to burst their bonds your ardor fail'd, And law, tyrannic law, at last prevail'd, Tho' forc'd a while to bend beneath the yoke, Its weight your dauntless spirit never broke, Still rankled in your breast the fatal wound, Tho' years had o'er it roll'd their circling round, On [A]SCROPE, tho' late, you rear'd your threat'ning arm, And shew'd the will without the pow'r to harm.
With Freedom's warmth, tho' thus your bosom glow'd, From no licentious heat the ardour flow'd When peaceful ...leaders rul'd with gentle sway, Still were you first their mandates to obey; Tho' Proctors, arm'd with all th' insulting pride Of legal pow'r, your daring soul defy'd, Yet to the ruler of the festive band You bow'd, nor scorn'd the toast-master's command; Obedient drank each penal draft of wine, And only fear'd a salt and water fine.
So burn'd your youthful heart with Freedom's flame, Such the fair dawning of your future fame; But when by time matur'd, the Peerage spread Its dazzling lustre round your honor'd head, The sacred fire that warm'd before your breast, Blaz'd boldly forth to all mankind confess'd, Immortal Liberty with blooming charms, Woo'd you so strongly to her heavenly arms, So fierce your passion, that you could not bear Another vot'ry should her favors share; For still your heart Othello's plan approves, Nor keeps a corner in the thing it loves For others uses; those who madly brave Attack the rights you have, or think you have, Shall weep their rashness, that in luckless hour, Oppos'd th' omnipotence of lordly pow'r.
What to read after An Heroic Epistle to the Right Honourable the Lord Craven (3rd Ed.)?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by William Combe to read onlineMoreLess
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