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ODE TO MERCY.
O Thou! who sittest a smiling bride
By Valour's arm’d and awful side,
Who oft, with songs, divine to hear,
Wean'st from his fatal grasp the spear,
By god-like chiefs alone beheld,
See, Mercy, see! with pure and loaded hands,
Before thy shrine my country's Genius stands,
And rush'd in wrath to make our isle his prey:
Thy form, from out thy sweet abode,
O’ertook him on his blasted road, And stopp'd his wheels, and look'd his rage away
I see recoil his sable steeds,
That bore him swift to savage deeds,
To thee we build a roseate bower,
HENRY VI. ON HIS LENITY.
My meed hath got me fame, I have not stopp'd my ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears : I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward to revenge, 'though they much erred.
POETRY OF THE SENTIMENTS.
PLEASE you to hear me, Satraps ! And chiefly thou, my priest, because I doubt thee More than the soldier, and would doubt thee all Wert thou not half a warrior: let us part In peace-I'll not say pardon-which must be Earn’d by the guilty: this I'll not pronounce ye, Although upon this breath of mine depends Your own; and, deadlier for ye, on my fear. But fear not-for that I am soft, and fearfulAnd so live on. Were I the thing some think me Your heads would now be dripping the last drops Of their attainted gore from the high gates Of this our palace, into the dry dust, Their only portion of the coveted kingdom They would be crown'd to reign o'er-let that pass, As I have said, I will not deem ye guilty, Nor doom ye guiltless. Albeit better men Than ye or I stand ready to arraign you: And should I leave your fate to sterner judges, And proofs of all kinds, I might sacrifice Two men, who, whatsoe'er they now are, were Once honest. Ye are free, sirs, Your swords and persons are at liberty To use them as ye will—but from this hour I have no call for either.
TITUS' ADDRESS TO THE JEWS.
Men of Jerusalem! whose hardy zeal