FRAGMENT. KING Richard in the gray Tower sate, Captive of Austria's haughty Lord, In a strange land, unhonour'd, unexplored, To felon durance changed his royal state. Pale was his haggard eye, And sunk his cheek, to stern captivity In all-all but in his Lion heart subdued: He sate in melancholy solitude, K And sadly gazed upon the setting sun, As down the heavenly road, That all with purple glow'd, It wested toward his realm of Albion. FROM PURCHASE'S PILGRIMAGE, VOYAGES FOR VERSIFIED AND DESIGNED AS A MOTTO TO Cold blasts, with snows and hail in th' frozen air, And those unequal seas which might amaze All ears and eyes, yea, and make Neptune's self To quake with chilly fear when he beholds: Continual war; and wheresoe'er they rush Make winds and waves give back, till, in the shock, Crashing and rending their congealed sides, They split themselves with their own massiness. |