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(( Prepared by Dr T H Corns, University College of North Wales From: V002@UK.AC.BANGOR.COMPLAB.VAXA 10-JUN-1988 14:32 The text is based upon the transcription of the manuscript made by Allan Pritchard, in Abraham Cowley, The Civil War, University of Toronto Press, 1973. I have 'normalised' it in the sense that I have used the same spelling for each incidence of every word, usually the modern spelling, but not always so. It's fairly accurate. I have no permissions from U Toronto, because I suppose it's really my edition of the text. The punctuation isnt very scrupulous. Beset wishes Tom )) What rage does England from itself divide More than seas do from all the world beside? From every part the roaring canon play; From every part blood roars as loud as they. What English ground but still some moisture bears Of young mens blood, and more of mothers tears? What airs unthickened with some sighs of wives! And more of maid for their dear lovers lives! Alas, what triumph can this victory . . .
