<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457171" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out from the injured canvas, Kneller, strike<br>These lines too faint; the picture is not like.<br>Exalt thy thought, and try thy toil again:<br>Dreadful in arms, on Landen's glorious plain<br>Place Ormond's Duke: impendent in the air<br>Let his keen sabre, comet-like, appear,<br>Where'er it points denouncing death: below<br>Draw routed squadrons, and the numerous foe<br>Falling beneath, or flying from his blow;<br>Till weak with wounds, and cover'd o'er with blood,<br>Which from the patriot's breast in torrents flow'd,<br>He faints: he steed no longer hears the rein,<br>But stumbles o'er the heap his hand had slain.<br>And now exhausted, bleeding, pale he lies,<br>Lovely, sad object! in his half-closed eyes<br>Stern Vengeance yet and hostile Terror stand:<br>His front yet threatens, and his frowns command.<br>The Gallic chiefs their troops around him call,<br>Fear to approach him, though they see him fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express<br>The perfect hero in that glorious dress,<br>Ages to come might Ormond's picture know,<br>And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow;<br>In spite of time thy work might ever thine,<br>Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457171" data-title="Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's de Matthew Prior" data-description="Out from the injured canvas, Kneller, strike These lines too faint; the picture is not like. Exalt thy thought, and try thy toil again: Dreadful in arms, on Landen's glorious plain Place Ormond's Duke: impendent in the air Let his keen sabre, come..."></div> </div> </div>

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