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John Dryden (Джон Драйден)


Epitaph On Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb In Westminster Abbey


Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep,
Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep;
Discharge the trust, which, when it was below,
Fairborne's undaunted soul did undergo,
And be the town's palladium from the foe.
Alive and dead these walls he will defend:
Great actions great examples must attend.
The Candian siege his early valour knew,
Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue.
From thence returning with deserved applause,
Against the Moors his well-fleshed sword he draws;
The same the courage, and the same the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in some great and regular design,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heaven his virtues shone more bright,
Like rising flames expanding in their height;
The martyr's glory crowned the soldier's fight.
More bravely British general never fell,
Nor general's death was e'er revenged so well;
Which his pleased eyes beheld before their close,
Followed by thousand victims of his foes.
To his lamented loss, for time to come,
His pious widow consecrates this tomb. 



John Dryden's other poems:
  1. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
  2. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
  3. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
  4. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon
  5. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire


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