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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BOOK I (excerpt)<br> I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore<br> In that right hand which held the crook before;<br> Who from best poet, best of kings did grow;<br> The two chief gifts Heav'n could on man bestow.<br> Much danger first, much toil did he sustain,<br> Whilst Saul and Hell cross'd his strong fate in vain.<br> Nor did his crown less painful work afford;<br> Less exercise his patience, or his sword;<br> So long her conqueror fortunes spite pursued;<br> Till with unwearied virtue he subdued<br> All homebred malice, and all foreign boasts;<br> Their strength was armies, his the Lord of Hosts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou, who didst David's royal stem adorn,<br> And gav'st him birth from whom thy self wast born;<br> Who didst in triumph at death's court appear,<br> And slew'st him with thy nails, thy cross and spear,<br> Whilst Hell's black tyrant trembled to behold,<br> The glorious light he forfeited of old;<br> Who Heav'ns glad burden now, and justest pride,<br> Sit'st high enthron'd next thy great Father's side,<br> (Where hallowed flames help to adorn that head<br> Which once the blushing thorns environed,<br> Till crimson drops of precious blood hung down<br> Like rubies to enrich thine humble crown.)<br> Even thou my breast with such blest rage inspire,<br> As mov'd the tuneful strings of David's lyre,<br> Guide my bold steps with thine old travelling flame,<br> In these untrodden paths to sacred fame;<br> Lo, with pure hands thy heav'enly fires to take,<br> My well-chang'd Muse I a chaste vestal make!<br> From earth's vain joys, and love's soft witchcraft free,<br> I consecrate my Magdalene to thee!<br> Lo, this great work, a temple to thy praise,<br> On polish'd pillars of strong verse I raise!<br> A temple, where if thou vouchsafe to dwell,<br> It Solomon's, and Herod's shall excel.<br> Too long the Muses-land have heathen bin;<br> Their gods too long were devils, and virtues sin;<br> But thou, Eternal Word, has call'd forth me<br> Th' apostle, to convert that world to thee;<br> T' unbind the charms that in slight fables lie,<br> And teach that truth is purest poesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abraham+Cowley">Abraham Cowley</a><div class=q>
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 I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore
 In that right hand which held the crook before;
 Who from best poet, best of kings did grow;
 The two chief gifts Heav'n could on man bestow.
 Much danger first, much toil did he sustain,
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