John Conington Quotes

We have been Trojans: Troy has been:
She sat, but sits no more, a queen.

'Tis come, our fated day of death.

Fury and wrath within me rave,
And tempt me to a warrior's grave.

Then come the clamour and the blare,
And shouts and clarions rend the air.

I quail,
E'en now, at telling of the tale.

Now dews precipitate the night,
And setting stars to rest invite.

Too cruel, lady, is the pain,
You bid me thus revive again.

Myself not ignorant of woe,
Compassion I have learned to show.

May Heaven, if virtue claim its thought,
If justice yet avail for aught; Heaven, and the sense of conscious right, With worthier meed your acts requite!

If men and mortal arms ye slight,
Know there are gods who watch o'er right.

E'en here the tear of pity springs,
And hearts are touched by human things.

Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spot
That knows not Troy's unhappy lot?

She turned, and flashed upon their view
Her stately neck's purpureal hue;
Ambrosial tresses round her head
A more than earthly fragrance shed:
Her falling robe her footprints swept,
And showed the goddess as she stept.

Bear up, and live for happier days.

This suffering will yield us yet
A pleasant tale to tell.