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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alexandreis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, <br>Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, <br>Whose Conquests through the spacious World do ring, <br>That City-Raser, King-destroying King, <br>Who o're the Warlike Macedons did Reign, <br>And worthily the Name of Great did gain. <br>This is the Prince (if Fame you will believe,<br>To ancient Story any credit give.) <br>Who when the Globe of Earth he had subdu'd, <br>With Tears the easie Victory pursu'd; <br>Because that no more Worlds there were to win, <br>No further Scene to act his Glorys in. <br> Ah that some pitying Muse would now inspire<br>My frozen style with a Poetique fire, <br>And Raptures worthy of his Matchless Fame, <br>Whose Deeds I sing, whose never fading Name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long as the world shall fresh and deathless last, <br>No less to future Ages, then the past. <br>Great my presumption is, I must confess, <br>But if I thrive, my Glory's ne're the less; <br>Nor will it from his Conquests derogate<br>A Female Pen his Acts did celebrate. <br>If thou O Muse wilt thy assistance give, <br>Such as made Naso and great Maro live, <br>With him whom Melas fertile Banks did bear, <br>Live, though their Bodies dust and ashes are; <br>Whose Laurels were not fresher, than their Fame<br>Is now, and will for ever be the same. <br>If the like favour thou wilt grant to me, <br>O Queen of Verse, I'll not ungrateful be, <br>My choicest hours to thee I'll Dedicate, <br>'Tis thou shalt rule, 'tis thou shalt be my Fate. <br>But if Coy Goddess thou shalt this deny, <br>And from my humble suit disdaining fly, <br>I'll stoop and beg no more, since I know this, <br>Writing of him, I cannot write amiss: <br>His lofty Deeds will raise each feeble line, <br>And God-like Acts will make my Verse Divine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twas at the time the golden Sun doth rise, <br>And with his Beams enlights the azure skies, <br>When lo a Troop in Silver Arms drew near, <br>The glorious Sun did nere so bright appear; <br>Dire Scarlet Plumes adorn'd their haughty Crests, <br>And crescent Shields did shade their shining Brests; <br>Down from their shoulders hung a Panthers Hide, <br>A Bow and Quiver ratled by their side; <br>Their hands a knotty well try'd Speare did bear, <br>Jocund they seem'd, and quite devoyd of fear. <br>These warlike Virgins were, that do reside<br>Near Thermodons smooth Banks and verdant side, <br>The Plains of Themiscyre their Birth do boast, <br>Thalestris now did head the beauteous Host; <br>She emulating that Illustrious Dame, <br>Who to the aid of Troy and Priam came, <br>And her who the Retulian Prince did aid, <br>Though dearly both for their Assistance paid. <br>But fear she scorn'd, nor the like fate did dread, <br>Her Host she often to the field had lead, <br>As oft in Triumph had return'd again, <br>Glory she only sought for all her pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This Martial Queen had heard how lowdly fame, <br>Eccho'd our Conquerors redoubted Name, <br>Her Soul his Conduct and his Courage fir'd, <br>To see the Hero she so much admir'd; <br>And to Hyrcania for this cause she went, <br>Where Alexander (wholly then intent<br>On Triumphs and such Military sport)<br>At Truce with War held both his Camp and Court. <br>And while before the Town she did attend<br>Her Messengers return, she saw ascend<br>A cloud of Dust, that cover'd all the skie, <br>And still at every pause there stroke her eye. <br>The interrupted Beams of Burnisht Gold,<br>As dust the Splendour hid, or did unfold; <br>Loud Neighings of the Steeds, and Trumpets sound<br>Fill'd all the Air, and eccho'd from the ground: <br>The gallant Greeks with a brisk March drew near, <br>And their great Chief did at their Head appear. <br>And now come up to th'Amazonian Band, <br>They made a Hault and a respectful Stand: <br>And both the Troops (with like amazement strook) <br>Did each on other with deep silence look. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th'Heroick Queen (whose high pretence to War<br>Cancell'd the bashful Laws and nicer Bar<br>Of Modesty, which did her Sex restrain)<br>First boldly did advance before her Train, <br>And thus she spake. All but a God in Name, <br>And that a debt Time owes unto thy Fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Killigrew">Anne Killigrew</a><div class=q>
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Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, 
Whose Conquests through the spacious World do ring, 
That City-Raser, King-destroying King, 
Who o're the Warlike Macedons did Reign, 
And worthily the Name of Great di..."></div>
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