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John Wall Callcott
(1766 - 1821)
In awful pause
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the twenty-sixth such collection.
Lyrics: Alexander Pope
In awful pause, while Heaven's revenge is slow,
Jove but prepares to strike a fiercer blow.
That day shall come, that great avenging day,
When Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay;
When Priam's pow'rs and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
I see the god, already, from the pole
Bare his red arm and bid the thunder roll;
I see th'Eternal all his fury shed,
And shake his aegis on their guilty head.
In awful pause, while Heaven's revenge is slow,
Jove but prepares to strike a fiercer blow.
That day shall come, that great avenging day,
When Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay;
When Priam's pow'rs and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
I see the god, already, from the pole
Bare his red arm and bid the thunder roll;
I see th'Eternal all his fury shed,
And shake his aegis on their guilty head.