Mercy Otis Warren

Mercy Otis Warren

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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act IV

Thy deep dejection---thy too curious eye--- A brow o'ercast with something like a frown, Ne'er seen before, where sweetness sits enthron'd, And soft complacence has been us'd to smile, Amidst the grief that wrung the aching heart. Eudocia
Does thine own conscience smile, and whisper peace; And art thou sure that all's secure within? I much suspect, thy friend, Traulista, Is a secret foe---and that his hostile hand, Oft steep'd in blood---fierce as the vulture's fang, Was not inactive on that fatal day, When the remorseless sword mow'd down as grass The faithful friends to Valentinian's house.
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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act IV

There's nought, true courage prompts the brave to do, Or virtue justifies, or honour calls, But what I dare attempt. But if it mars the peace of Rome--- Edoxia
The peace of Rome is an ideal thing; Lost in the tide of every shameful vice, Rapine and blood; and violence and lust But mock the story of her ancient fame. Canst thou a moment balance in the scale The tranquil scenes of harmony and peace, With all the lustre that adorns a crown? Eudocia gives an empire with her hand.
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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act IV

Edoxia
Ye gods!---where am I?--- Shall I be aw'd by Maximus's frown To stain the glory of the Horatian name? Alas!---ye patriots of ancient fame--- Where are the youth, whose glorious fathers di'd To save the commonwealth? Arise! ye ancient, venerable shades, Who bravely fought for liberty and Rome: Assist my powers---my single arm shall dare Some dreadful deed of horrid desperation.
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