In ancient times when like La Mancha's Knight
The adventurous Hero sallied forth to fight,
Some sage Magician famous in Romance
Supplied the Warrior with a wonderous lance,
With which through adverse troops he forced his way,
And won from giant hosts the doubtful day.
But I more fatal arms to you impart,
By Venus forged to wound the human heart:
This Weapon placed in your victorious hand
No cunning shall elude, no force withstand,
Nor shall the brave resist, or coward fly,
But all Mankind submit, adore, or die.
More verses by Henry James Pye
- Song: Fair Delia While Each Sighing Swain
- A Fragment Of Simonides
- Alfred. Book Iv.
- Elegy Iv
- Song: The Flowers Of The Spring That Enamel The Vale