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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: ... ev'ry, &c. In single combat 'twas the fame: To him all foes were on a level, For ev'ry one he overcame, If giant, sore'rer, monster, devil. His arm no danger e'er could stay, Nor was the goddess Fortune sickle, For if his foe he did not slay, He left him in a rueful pickle. Let ev'ry, &c. In scaling walls with highest glee, He sirst the ladder sixt, then mounted; Let him, my boys, our model be, Who men or perils never counted. At night, with scouts he watch would keep, With heart more gay than one in million, Or else on knapsack sounder sleep Then general in his proud pavilion. Let ev'ry, &x. On stubborn foes he vengeance wreak'd, And laid about him like a Tartar, But if for mercy once they fqueak'd, He was the sirst to grant them quarter. The battle won, of Roland's foul Each milder virtue took possession; To vanquished foes he o'er a bowl His heart surrender'd at discretion. Let ev'ry, &c. 'When alk'd why Frenchmen wield the brand, And dangers new each day follicit, He said, 'tis Charlemagne's command, To whom our duty is implicit His ministers, and chosen few, No doubt have weigh'd these things in private, Let us his enemies subdue, 'Tis all that soldiers e'er should drive at. Let ev'ry, &c. Roland like Christian true would live, Was seen at mass, and in procession; And freely to the poor would give, Nor did he always shun confession. But bishop Turpin had decreed (His counsel in each weighty matter) That 'twas a good and pious deed His country's foes to drub and scatter. Let ev'ry, &c. At table Roland ever gay, Would eat, and drink, and laugh, and rattle, But all was in a prudent way, On days of guard, or eve of battle. For still to king and country true He held himself their constant debtor, And only drank in season due, When t...