Poems: Containing The Restropect, Odes, Elegies, Sonnets, &c.Southey, Robert
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Poems: Containing The Restropect, Odes, Elegies, Sonnets, &c.
Southey, Robert
English poetry -- 18th century; Sonnets, English
O'er JOSEPH's robe, bedied with guileful blood,
The aged patriarch wept:
He rear'd the fancied tomb,
And tore his hoary locks,
Yet bow'd resign'd to Heaven's high will.
Meantime, in foreign land,
JOSEPH forgot not God.
Vice, her tinsel charms displaying,
Vainly sought to melt his mind;
Vainly plann'd the wile deceitful,
Seeking soft to sooth the soul,
To sooth the soul to sin.
He saw the languid eye,
The breast that heav'd with love;
White as the new-fall'n snow,
Unchill'd by modesty.
Her hot grasp seiz'd his arms:
He fled--
And when seducing pleasure to his lips
Held forth the honey'd draught,
He dash'd the poison down.
Nor Heaven, all-just, withheld relief:
He mark'd the father's woe,
He lov'd the virtuous child;
And JOSEPH clos'd in peace the patriarch's eyes.
Hark! the hurtling din of battle!
Clanging shields and biting falchions
Rend the air with fearful terror.
JOSHUA leads the war:
His voice controuls the orbs of heaven!
The sun stood still,
The moon obedient held her chariot back;
Then fell the royal power.
To Makkedah's dark cave the monarchs fled;
Upon the fatal tree
They wave with every wind.
Round Jericho was borne the mystick ark,
Was blown the blairing blast;
Proud on the blairing blast
Triumphant ruin rode.
From their foundations hurl'd,
The mighty bulwarks load the ground.
By prodigies announc'd, ere yet
Rank'd in existence roll,
MANOAH's offspring tow'rs in giant strength:
His crisp locks wave amid the wind,
His crisped hair of strength.
On rushes Philistia's host,
They environ the warrior unarm'd;
He grasps the jaw-bone in his hand,
He levels their thousands in death.
Fatigued with deeds of death,
The victor's limbs relax,
His parch'd mouth gapes with thirst;
Heaven saw and sent relief,
And from the wondrous weapon flow'd the spring.
By Cherith's hidden stream recluse,
The faithful prophet lay;
He drank the running brook,
The ravens brought the due supply.
Firm in the path of faith
Through life ELIJAH trod.
Nor through the narrow portals of the grave
He past to realms of bliss;
For ravish'd in the car of flames,
He fled the gate of death;
Thus mortal rapt to immortality.
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