Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
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Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Of Battaile.

Two greater kings were neuer seene before. Then camped was in Ragan field at morne, With haughtie hearts enarmed all on ire, Each souldiour set another so on fire, Thar scarcely they could keepe them in their bounde Till pipe or Cymball, or the Trumpet sound, Denounce the chocke, but with their furious faces, They threate their foes with fell menaces, And stroks at hand, two thousand lads forlorne (To blunt the sword) were downe in battaile borne, Vpon their flames flew feruently their stones,

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That bet theyr bucklers to their brused bones, The Squadron then steps sternely to the stroke, With hearts inhumane all the battaile yoakes, And are supplyde with many mightie bands, Some counters them, and sternely them withstands, With foote to foote each other ouerpries, Both Medes and Caldes claspe with gastly cryes, Like Nylus streames that from the rocke do rumble, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Encelade when he in tombe doth tumble. Tho. Huds••••.
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