The Siege of Acre: "The charms of women were never more powerful never inspired such achievements, as in those immortal periods, when they could neither read nor write."
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Hannah Cowley was born Hannah Parkhouse on March 14th, 1743, the daughter of Hannah (née Richards) and Philip Parkhouse, a bookseller in Tiverton, Devon. As one might expect details of much of her life are scant and that of her early life almost non-existent. However, we do know that she married Thomas Cowley and that the couple moved to London where Thomas worked as an official in the Stamp Office and as a part-time journalist. Her career in the literary world seemed to happen rather late. It was whilst the couple were attending a play, thought to be sometime in late 1775, that Cowley was struck by a sudden necessity to write. Her first play, a comedy called The Runaway was sent to the famed actor-manager, David Garrick. It was produced at his final season at the Drury Lane theatre on February 15th, 1776. It was a success. She wrote her next two plays, the farce, Who’s the Dupe? and the tragedy, Albina, before the year was out. Getting these two plays into production took much longer and involved a very public spat with her rival Hannah More over whether Cowley’s works had been plagarised by More. Cowley wrote her most popular comedy in 1780; The Belle's Stratagem. It was staged at Covent Garden. Her next play, The World as It Goes; or, a Party at Montpelier (the title was later changed to Second Thoughts Are Best) was unsuccessful, but she continued to write and there followed another seven plays; Which is the Man?; A Bold Stroke for a Husband; More Ways Than One; A School for Greybeards, or, The Mourning Bride; The Fate of Sparta, or, The Rival Kings; A Day in Turkey, or, The Russian Slaves and The Town Before You. In 1801 Cowley published perhaps her greatest poetical work. A six-book epic "The Siege of Acre: An Epic Poem”. That same year Cowley retired to Tiverton in Devon, where she spent her remaining years out of the public spotlight whilst she quietly revised her plays. Hannah Cowley died of liver failure on March 11th, 1809.
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The Siege of Acre - Hannah Cowley
The Siege of Acre by Hannah Cowley
Hannah Cowley was born Hannah Parkhouse on March 14th, 1743, the daughter of Hannah (née Richards) and Philip Parkhouse, a bookseller in Tiverton, Devon.
As one might expect details of much of her life are scant and that of her early life almost non-existent.
However, we do know that she married Thomas Cowley and that the couple moved to London where Thomas worked as an official in the Stamp Office and as a part-time journalist.
Her career in the literary world seemed to happen rather late. It was whilst the couple were attending a play, thought to be sometime in late 1775, that Cowley was struck by a sudden necessity to write.
Her first play, a comedy called The Runaway was sent to the famed actor-manager, David Garrick. It was produced at his final season at the Drury Lane theatre on February 15th, 1776. It was a success. She wrote her next two plays, the farce, Who’s the Dupe? and the tragedy, Albina, before the year was out.
Getting these two plays into production took much longer and involved a very public spat with her rival Hannah More over whether Cowley’s works had been plagarised by More.
Cowley wrote her most popular comedy in 1780; The Belle's Stratagem. It was staged at Covent Garden.
Her next play, The World as It Goes; or, a Party at Montpelier (the title was later changed to Second Thoughts Are Best) was unsuccessful, but she continued to write and there followed another seven plays; Which is the Man?; A Bold Stroke for a Husband; More Ways Than One; A School for Greybeards, or, The Mourning Bride; The Fate of Sparta, or, The Rival Kings; A Day in Turkey, or, The Russian Slaves and The Town Before You.
In 1801 Cowley published perhaps her greatest poetical work. A six-book epic The Siege of Acre: An Epic Poem
.
That same year Cowley retired to Tiverton in Devon, where she spent her remaining years out of the public spotlight whilst she quietly revised her plays.
Hannah Cowley died of liver failure on March 11th, 1809.
Index of Contents
Book I
Book II
Book III
Book IV
Book V
Book VI
Hannah Cowley – A Short Biography
Hannah Cowley – A Concise Bibliography
BOOK I
"Weave the Crimson Web of War
‘‘Let us go and let us fly
"Where our friends the conflict share,
"Where they triumph, where they died’
Blest Art thou!
Blest by whatsoever name,
Who warm’st my heart, and breath’st o’er all my Frame!
Art thou THE MUSE whose presence thus I greet,
Whose cheering presence makes lone hours so sweet?
Art thou the Muse? Ah no! for FICTION She,
Celestial Truth! I seize the theme from Thee!
Be thou the Guardian of my page, Firm Maid,
And through thy shining fields thy Vot’ry aid:
Yet GODDESS! in thy train be found the Fair,
With rosy pinions, and refulgent hair —
Imagination; O, the Nymph be thine!
Let her bright stole around thy bosom twine,
Her blooming Chaplet on thy brow be bound,
Thy Ivory shape her sparkling zone surround;
Thus deck’d, amidst thy Scenes detain me long,
Controul my verse and vindicate my song!
ACRE! thou little tributary Spot,
Wond’rous thy fortune, and sublime thy Lot!
Immortal lustre to thy name is given,
O! graced by Nature, aggrandized by Heaven!
Thou wert The Chosen from the nations round,
To gallic Madness an imperious bound;
"Here shalt thou stop the sacred Fiat said,
Th’ Apostate shrunk—his martial Legions bled.
Acre! ’twas thine to bid the victor fear,
To turn him; in the flush of his career!
He, who o’er Asia meant to drag the fight,
And at Byzantium all his horrors light,
Through Hungary to force a sanguine way,
And in Vienna hail Rebellion’s day,
Back, through the gasping country sought the road —
O’er which triumphantly so late he strode;
O’er hopeless Vasts, and solitudes of fire,
Bowed down by shame, reluctant they retire:
Thine ACRE was the check; the Deed was thine,
In Europe’s annals, grateful let it shine!
The Means how small, weighed with the mighty End;
A Handful, from thy walls whole Legions send,
But these were English—They were ENGLISH TARS,
Kings of the Sea, and Gods in Syria’s Wars!
THE CONQUEROR OF ITALY (dread name!
Bestowed upon the Chief by gallic fame)
Returned from classic Tyber’s flow’ry shores,
To where the Seine its muddy confluence pours.
What though the Tyber in poetic song,
Hath Ages rolled a dazzling flood along;
Though Roman Poets struck the sounding Lyre,
And caught beneath its Sun enduring fire,
Yet will the muddy Seine eclipse its name,
Or roll an equal tide, and own an equal fame.
WONDERS burst daily o’er its sluggish wave,
And fresh anomalies stern REASON brave,
Anterior lights assist no more her Eye,
And modem facts her grave deductions fly;
Hist’ry astonished will the acts engrave,
Which freed a Nation, and its Sons enslave.
FROM the proud plains which erst? the Caesars trod,
The Warrior led the bands the French bestow’d;
In their own Capital their Arms were piled,
Trophies adorn’d, and Fetes the hours beguiled.
Soothed with the pleasant race his glory ran,
New Bays, new Trophies, his rapt Fancy spun,
To fruitful Egypt flew his ardent thought
Where Rome had conquer’d, and where Greece had fought
The COUNCIL caught the plan, a Fleet decreed,
And to their station distant vessels speed,
From ev’ry Bay they croud th’ incumber’d Wave,
And all the watchful force of England brave,
Whose NAVAL CITIES belt Earth’s monstrous Round,
And lift their Spires wherever Ocean’s found.
ENGLAND! O, give thy science, powers, strength to THESE
The Earth is thine, whilst Mistress of its Seas!
Bid foreign Forests seek thy mighty Docks,
Tear ductile metal from thy native rocks,
From thy waste Lands bid all thy Cables spring,
And their rough sinews midst the Ocean fling—
Scorn FRANCE! their wiles, their diplomatic Arts,
Thy NAVY ’ll break their spells; thy NAVY ’ll bow their hearts!
NOT to be rash, and to make certain SURE,
The Chief resolved fresh labours to endure,
To midnight lamps his anxious hours resigned,
And books and battles share his mighty mind:
Whilst Paris danc’d, or in the tribune roar’d,
He round him called a literary horde:
In breathing forms philosophy he read,
Nor only books, nor only musty Dead;
Living and Dead his genius knew to prize,
The fops of learning, and the really wise;
Antients and moderns he alike perused,
Devouring all th’ unburden’d press diffused
On Syria’s Citadels, and Egypt’s plains,
The route of Philip’s Son, and Antony’s campaigns.
Thus, when towards the Sea his forces drew,
Bidding to tortured