. Poetry for children . T XXPv HORATIO, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his fathers cane, And, as the fumes of valour swelld his pate, Now thought himself this hero, and now that: And now, he cried, I will Achilles be; My sword I brandish ; see, the Trojans flee ! Now Ill be Hector, when his angry blade A lane through heaps of slaughterd Grecians made ! And now my deeds, still, braver Til evince,I am no less than Edward the Black way, ye coward French! As thus he spoke, And aimd in fancy a sufficient strokeTo fix the fate of Crecy or Poictiers(The Muse relates the Her
. Poetry for children . T XXPv HORATIO, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his fathers cane, And, as the fumes of valour swelld his pate, Now thought himself this hero, and now that: And now, he cried, I will Achilles be; My sword I brandish ; see, the Trojans flee ! Now Ill be Hector, when his angry blade A lane through heaps of slaughterd Grecians made ! And now my deeds, still, braver Til evince,I am no less than Edward the Black way, ye coward French! As thus he spoke, And aimd in fancy a sufficient strokeTo fix the fate of Crecy or Poictiers(The Muse relates the Heros fate with tears),He struck his milk-white hand against a nail,Sees his own blood, and feels his courage fail. 9*. WG POETRY FOR CHILDREN Ah ! where is now that boasted valour flown,That in the tented field so late was shown ?Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head,And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed. 93
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