<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. Harley - Wounded by Guiscard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In one great <br>now<br>, superior to an age,<br>The full extremes of nature's force we find:<br>How heavenly virtue can exalt, or rage<br>Infernal how degrade the human mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the fierce monk does at his trial stand,<br>He chews revenge, abjuring his offence:<br>Guile in his tongue, and murder in his hand, <br>He stabs his judge, to prove his innocence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guilty stroke and torture of the steel<br>Infix'd, our dauntless Briton scarce perceives:<br>The wounds his country from his death must feel,<br>The patriot views; for those alone he grieves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The barbarous rage that durst attempt thy life, <br>Harley, great counsellor, extends thy fame;<br>And the sharp point of cruel Guiscard's knife,<br>In brass and marble carves thy deathless name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faithful assertor of thy country's cause,<br>Britain with tears shall bathe thy glorious wound;<br>She for thy safety shall enlarge her laws,<br>And in her statutes shall thy worth be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 'midst her sighs she triumphs on the hand<br>Reflecting, that diffused the public wo;<br>A stranger to her altars, and her land;<br>No son of hers could meditate this bow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meantime thy pain is gracious Anna's are:<br>Our queen, our saint, with sacrificing breath,<br>Softens thy anguish: in her powerful prayer<br>She pleads thy service, and forbids thy death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great as thou art, thou canst demand no more,<br>O breast bewail'd by earth, preserved by Heaven?<br>No higher can aspiring virtue soar:<br>Enough to thee of grief and fame is given.</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=457247" data-title="To Mr. Harley - Wounded by Guiscard de Matthew Prior" data-description="In one great now , superior to an age, The full extremes of nature's force we find: How heavenly virtue can exalt, or rage Infernal how degrade the human mind. While the fierce monk does at his trial stand, He chews revenge, abjuring his offence..."></div> </div> </div>

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