:50 SAM-SON AQONISTES. As in the land of darktiefs, yet in light, To live a life half dead, a biting death, 1190 And bury'd ; but 9 yet more toitetable ! Myfelf my fepulchre; a moving grave, Bury'd, yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial From wont of other evils, pains and wrongs, log But made hereby obnoxious mote To fl the Mileriea of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foeS. But who are thefe ? for with joint pace I hear ii The tread of many feet fleeting this way ; Perhaps my enemies, who come to flare At my affliaion, and perhaps t' infult, Their daily praetice to afilia me more. Chorus. This, this is he ; foftly a while, !-(5 Let us not break in upon 114p; 0 change beyond report, thought, or belief ! See how he lies at random, carelefly diffus'd, With languifh'd head unpropt, As one pall hope, abandon'd, 120 And by himfelf given over ; In flayith habit, ill-fitted weeds O'er-worn and fon ; pr do my eyes mifreprefent ? Can this be he, That heroic, that renown'd, 12/ Irrefiflible Sampfon ? whom unartn'd (lland ; o ftrength of man, or fierceit wild heart could With Who tore the liot) as the lion tears the kid, an on irnbattel'd 'armies clad in iron, Atid weaponlefs himfelt i3t5 Made arms rtdiculoüs, ufelefa the forgery Of brazen (hield and fpear, the harntner'd cuirafs, halybean tetppie0 fleel, and frbck of mail Adamanteart
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