Some LINES upon two COCKS. |
By Sr. Rich. Blackmore. ————Two Valiant Cocks in Albion bred, That from the insulting Conqueror never Fled: A Match in Strength, in Courage, and in Age, And with keen Weapons Arm’d, alike engage Each other they assault with furious Beaks, And their twin’d Plumes distain with Bloody streaks, Each nimble Warrior from the Mat-ment bounds, And wing’d with death, their heels deal ghastly Wounds By turns they take, by turns fierce stroaks they give, And with like Hopes, and Fears for Conquest strive. Both obstinate maintain the Bloody Field, Both can in Combat Die, but neither yield. Till with their bleeding Wounds grown weak & faint, And choak’d with flowing gore they gasp and pant: Disabled on the Crimson Floor they lie, Both Honour win, but neither Victory. And now the throng rush in, the Combat’s done, By neither Hero lost, by neither won: And rending with their Shouts the tortured Air, Back from the Pit the Combatants they bear.
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