inns your stage, There's ready shelter from each breeze, or shower. But Duty guides not that way: see her stand, With wand entwined with amaranth, near yon cliffs. Oft where she leads thy blood must mark thy footsteps, Oft where she leads thy head must bear the storm, And thy shrunk form endure heat, cold, and hunger; But she will guide thee up to noble heights, Which he who gains seems native of the sky; While earthly things lie stretch'd Chap. IV. My tongue pads slowly under this new language, And starts and stumbles at these uncouth phrases. To vapour forth the acts of this sad They may be great in worth and weight, but hang age, Stout Edgehill fight, the Newberys Upon the native glibness of my lan and the West, And northern clashes, where you still fought best: guage Like Saul's plate-armour on the shepherd boy, Your strange escapes, your dangers Encumbering and not arming him. |