The Works of Hannah More

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The Works of Hannah More is written by Hannah More and published by General Books. It's available with International Standard Book Number or ISBN identification 1458942503 (ISBN 10) and 9781458942500 (ISBN 13).

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: DAVID AND GOLIATH. PART II. SCENE ? The Camp. Eliab, Abinadab, Abner, Israelites. El. Still is th' event of this long war uncertain; Still do the adverse hosts on either side Protract, with ling'ring caution, an encounter, Which must to one be fatal. Abin. This descent, Thus to the very confines of our land, Proclaims the sanguine hope that fires the foe. In Ephes-dammim boldly they encamp: Th' uncircumcis'd Philistines pitch their tents On Judah's hallow'd earth. El. Full forty days Has the insulting giant, proud Goliath, The champion of Philistia, fiercely challeng'd Some Israel itish foe. But who so vain To dare such force unequal ? who so bent On sure destruction, to accept his terms, And rush on death, beneath the giant force Of his enormous bulk ? Abin. 'Tis near the time When in th' adjacent valley which divides VOL. I. B Th' opposing armies, he is wont to make His daily challenge. EL Much I marvel, brother, No greetings from our father reach our ears. With ease and plenty blest, he little recks The daily hardships which his sons endure. But see ! behold his darling boy approaches! Abin. How, David here! whence this unlook'd-for guest ? EL A spy upon our actions; sent, no doubt, To scan our deeds, with beardless gravity Affecting wisdom: to observe each word, To magnify the venial faults of youth, And construe harmless mirth to foul offence. Enter David. Dav. All hail, my dearest brothers! El. Means thy greeting True love, or arrogant scorn ? Dav. Oh, most true love! Sweet as the precious ointment which bedew'd The sacred head of Aaron, and descended Upon his hallow'd vest; so sweet, my brothers, Is fond fraternal amity: such love As my touch'd bosom feels at your approach. El. Still that fine glozi...