ON FIELD-MARSHAL SUWOROW.A DIALOGUE.
A.This Hero, though delighting much in blood,Was yet a tender-hearted creature.—B.Good.A.Without remorse he slaughter’d Turk and Pole,But still his nerves were very weak.—B.Poor soul!A.And he became a prey to grief, for why,His master frown’d upon him.—B.O fie! fie!A.Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack,And so the Hero came to an end.—B.Good lack!A.That one so valiant and so meek, is’t fit heShould go at last to the devil?—B.What a pity!
A.This Hero, though delighting much in blood,Was yet a tender-hearted creature.—B.Good.A.Without remorse he slaughter’d Turk and Pole,But still his nerves were very weak.—B.Poor soul!A.And he became a prey to grief, for why,His master frown’d upon him.—B.O fie! fie!A.Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack,And so the Hero came to an end.—B.Good lack!A.That one so valiant and so meek, is’t fit heShould go at last to the devil?—B.What a pity!
A.This Hero, though delighting much in blood,Was yet a tender-hearted creature.—B.Good.
A.This Hero, though delighting much in blood,
Was yet a tender-hearted creature.—B.Good.
A.Without remorse he slaughter’d Turk and Pole,But still his nerves were very weak.—B.Poor soul!
A.Without remorse he slaughter’d Turk and Pole,
But still his nerves were very weak.—B.Poor soul!
A.And he became a prey to grief, for why,His master frown’d upon him.—B.O fie! fie!
A.And he became a prey to grief, for why,
His master frown’d upon him.—B.O fie! fie!
A.Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack,And so the Hero came to an end.—B.Good lack!
A.Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack,
And so the Hero came to an end.—B.Good lack!
A.That one so valiant and so meek, is’t fit heShould go at last to the devil?—B.What a pity!
A.That one so valiant and so meek, is’t fit he
Should go at last to the devil?—B.What a pity!