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A37450
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Samson, or, The unhappy lover a poem / by Gerard De Gols.
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De Gols, Gerard.
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thy Wrongs his justest Vengeance wakes Who ready strove and strives and e're shall toil To Conquer Philistins to lead their Spoil And whilst he lives due Wrath shall swell his Soul So have I seen him when in Timnath's Plain A Lion roar'd unto whose Breast he ran And rent his hardned Flesh with 's Hands alone And thirty Men at Askelon he threw Brought forth their Spoil and sent 'em down Below So deep to Hell as to Heav'n his Fame does Go. Here Samson Zorah shall thy Deeds proclaim And sing thy Matchless ever-living Fame While Brands with Foxes as your Ensigns fly And Olives Corn do burn before your Eye And make the Vineyards as the Desarts lye He rouz'd again by Wrongs his Sword he draws And weds his Mighty Hand to a spotless Cause Now the Great SAMSON he could hold no more Here his wing'd Wrath his flaming Lightning bore He Crush't and Conquer'd fill'd the Fields with Gore A while the Labours of our Heroe stay While he fixt Grounds for Glorious Triumphs lay To Etams Rock he 's gone to bring the Day No the Great SAMSON cannot take his Rest No little time for him 's in Halcyons Nest Philistines Wrath again him cause Affords Judah betrays him bind his Hands with Cords And in Philistines Camp they SAMSON lead Vnhappy SAMSON now ordain'd to bleed Great was the Quire and long Tun'd was their Joy Their Shouts were Mighty up to Heav'n they fly With Trumpets Cimbals sung the Victory Thus ty'd and bound the Mighty SAMSON stood His mighty Hand still by his Courage led He wrung his Arms and strait the People sled His Hands he did unfold he broke the Cords His Foes he did pursue his Rival Lords An Asses Jaw-bone from the Ground he took His Foes the Great Philistines then he struck With mighty Slaughter and Confusion Grew With loud Alarms the fearful People Flew So loud so dismal Cry did e're where Roul As caus'd Amazement into ev'ry Soul Heav'n it self as an Admirer stood Grew Pale to see his Hands so stain'd in Blood While he with Conquest wing'd and thus inspir'd Pursues his haughty Foes with Zeal untir'd Pusht on their Fates to th' utmost point of War Nor thought he could have scatter'd Death too far While Thousand Souls cryed Vengeance thro' the Air. Thus sung the Goddess but confin'd She was To Numbers his great Deeds were Numberless Then strait She flew t' assail the lofty Skye While her aspiring lab'ring Thoughts let flye These Words she left and then she flew away Religion is his great Ambitious Aim No Object of a tempting Lustful Flame No Love shall ever clasp him in her Arms No Love shall move endear'd with Thousand Charms No Beauty ever with its killing Eyes Shall cause his Soul a Bleeding Sacrifice This Cupid heard who from his Throne above 'Twixt Heaven and Earth did on his Pinions move Pamper'd with Pride with powerful Lust was fed With Envy burn'd and with Ambition led Enrag'd his Blood did boil and wrung his Hands And cry'd Not Heav'n denys my Great Commands And shall a Mortal here my Strength despise Tho' he be great his Name to Heav'n does rise Yet I 've in Heav'n my Throne fixt far above Where mortal Reach aspiring Thought can move And shall my Glory thus abused lye My Name thus scorn'd and I a Mortals Play Or what extravagant Thought dares soar so high As to dispute my Worlds Supremacy Or who does dare deny me Heaven too In Heav'n or Earth I will no room afford Nor Hell it self shall boast a Rival Lord. Who dares behold and face me unador'd By this my Dart all hardned Hearts shall bleed I 'le vanquish Triumph all to Love I 'le lead Ev'n SAMSONS Heart 's for Sacrifice decreed Tho' he rejects a thousand Amorous Charms Or vilifies Loves tender sacred Arms. Yet here 's his Fate he shall to love obey His haughty Soul I will in Ruines lay How dares a Mortal scorn a Deity Tho' Cords can't bind no Chains his hands can close Tho' with his naked hands he a Lion throws On heaps casts Men a Thousand at a Blow Yet one poor Dart sent from my mighty Bow Shall melt his Heart and love alone he 'l bear And be as great in Love as he is in War No Thought but Love shall ever reach his Mind Thro' Love with Love like Love he shall be blind Thus spake the mighty Love and straight he fled In 's hand his Bow on 's side his Quiver laid To Gaza then he flew whereas he past On a Notorious Fair his Eyes he cast Then spake the God This shall the Conqueress be And she shall lead Great SAMSONS Soul astray Then eager in his Thoughts his Mind inspir'd And with an ardent Soul her Heart he fir'd And Flaming Javelins in her Breast he threw Yes common sordid Lust he gave her too Here Our Great Heroe's Soul does him invite At Gaza now to show his wondrous Might His Name must greater be his Trophies infinite But SAMSON stay Ah! Whither do you run From Gaza flee Ah! Love is in the Town Love seeks your heart will rob you of your Crown Mean time when Samson's noble Thoughts were high And thought on Slaughters Battles in the Way When all his Mind was only Victory Love see the Warlike Heroe as he came And in his Eyes mov'd first a gentle Flame Then in his Mind he kindled a soft heat Th' Idea of his Soul waxt all Delight At last he farther try'd the Noble Guest He drew and shot a Dart into his Breast Now gently the fierce Monarch grew more kind And all his Strength was whole for Love design'd On Women thinks and throws the Jaw away And nought but Womens Heart shall be his Prey At Gaza mighty Samson he arrives He knows not whether he be dead or lives His Mind is Roving thinking on soft Charms He wish't him Blest clasp't round in Lovers Arms And thus whilst lab'ring with these Thoughts opprest His Eye then Wanton Eye spy'd room for Rest VVhat must poor Samson do his Heart does burn Love does him draw from Gaza he can't turn He 'l venture on and to the Fair One flye Bless the short Night and love th' Sun shall stay Away he goes wrapt with loves Dearest Charms Looses the Night within her tender Arms But still his Soul is lab'ring with a Care He cannot rest Ah he 's come too far So Faults with Sweets indear'd yet Tortures bear His Thoughts did tell him how Philistines laid And watch'd to Murder him ev'n as they did His very Soul did cry You are betray'd Then from his Sleep and Slumb'rings he did rise He see all Dark no sprinkling Stars i' th Skies All things were hush't no little Birds repair No Murm'ring Notes do sound thro' th' dusky Air All Nature sleeps yes wakes he and his Foe He dares not stay he must yes he will go He went and like a Martial Eagle flew No Thunder from the Skies so swift e're rod And