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Accept, great Anne, the tears their memory Henceforth be thinc, vice.gerent of the skies, draws,

Scorn'd worth to raise, and vice in robes chattifex Who nobly perish'd in their sovereign's cause : To dry the orphan's tears, and from the bar For thou in pity bid'st the war give o'er,

Chase the brib'd judge, and hush the wordy war, Mourn'lt thy flain heroes, nor wilt venture more. Deny the curst blafphemer's tongue to rage, Vatt price of blood on each vi&orious day! And turn God's fury from an impious age. (But Europe's freedom doth that price repay) Bleft change the soldier's late destroying hand Lamented triumphs! when one breath mult cell, Shall rear new temples in his native land; That Marlborough conquer'd, and that Dormer Mistaken zealots thall with fear behold, fell.

(narchs pale, And beg admittance in our sacred fold;
Great Queen! whose name strikes haughty mo. On her own works the pious queen shall smile,
On whose just sceptre hangs Europa's scale, And turn her cares upon her favourite idle.
Whole arm like mercy wounds, decides like fate, So the keen bolt a warrior angel aims,
On whose decree the nations anxious wait : Array'd in clouds, and wrapt in mantling flames;
From Albion's cliffs thy wide-extended hand He bears a tempeft on his founding wings,
Shall o'er the main to far Peru command ; And his red arm the forky vengeance flings,
So valt a tract whole wide domain shall run, At length, heaven's wrath appeas'd, he quits the
Its circling skies shall see no setting fun.

Thee, thee an hundred languages shall claim, To roll his orb, and guide his destin'd star,
And favage Indians (wear by Anna's name; To shed kind fate, and lucky hours beltow,
The line and poles thall own thy rightful sway, And smile propitious on the world below.
And thy commands the sever'd globe obey.

Around thy throne shall faithful nobles wait,
Round the vast ball thy new dominions chain Thele guard the church, and those direct the states
The watery kingdoms, and controul the main ; To Bristol, graceful in maternal tears,
Magellan's straits to Gibraltar they join,

The church her towery forehead gently rears, Acrofs the seas a formidable line;

She begs her pious fon t' affert her cause, The light of adverse Gaul we fear no more, Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws ; But pleas'd see Dunkirk now a guiltless fore ; With holy zeal the sacred work begin, In vain great Neptune tore the narrow ground, To bend the stubborn, and the meek to win. And meant his waters for Britannia's bound; Our Oxford's earl in careful thought shall sand, Her giaot genius takes a mighty itride,

To raise his queen, and save a sinking land. And lets his foot teyond the encroaching tide ; The wealthiest glebe to ravenous Spaniards known, On either bank the land its master knows,

He marks, and makes the golden prize our own, And in the midst the subject ocean flows. Content with hands unfoild to guard the prixe,

So near proud Rhodes, across the raying flood, And keep the shore with undefiring eyes. Stupenduous form! the vaft Coluflus food,

So round the tree, that bore Hesperian gold, (While at one foot their thronging gallies ride, The sacred watch lay curl'd in many a fold, A whole hour's fail scare reach the farther side) His eyes uprearing to th' untasted prey, Betwixt his brazen thighis, in loose array,

The sleepless guardian waited life a

away. Ten thousand Itreamers on the billows play. Beneath the peaceful olives, rais'd by you,

By Harley's counsels Dunkirk now rettord Her ancient pride shall every art renew, To Britain's empire, owns her ancient lord. (The arts with you, fam'd Harcourt, shall defend, lo him transfus'd his godlike father reigns, And courtly Bolingbroke the mule's friend.) Rich in the blood which fweli'd that patriot's veins, With piercing eye lome search where nature plays, Who boldly faithful met his sovereign's frown, And trace the wanton through her darkrome And icorn d for gold to yield th' important town.

(begun, His fon was born the ravith'd prey to claim, Whence health from herbs; from seeds how groves And France till trembles at an Harley's name. How vital Itreams in circling eddies run. A fort so dreadful to our English shore,

Some teach why round the fun the spheres advance, Our fleets scarce fear'd the sands or tempests niore, In the fix'd measures of their mystic dance, (flow, Whole vast expences to such sums aniount, How tides, when hcav'd by presling moons, o'erThat the tax'd Gaul (carce furnith'd out th' ac. And sun-born Iris paints her thowery bow. count,

[ftrain, In happy chains our daring language bound, Whose walls such bulwarks, such valt towers re Shali sport no more in arbitrary sound, Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main, But bulkin'd barus henceforth thall wisely rage, His boast great Louis yields, and cheaply buys And Grecian plans reform Britannia's stage : Thy friendthip, Anna, with the mighty prize. Till Congreve bids her smile, Angula itands Holland repining, and in grief calt down,

And longs to weep when flowing Rowe comSees the new glories of the British crown :

mands. Ah: may they ne'er provoke thce to the fight, Britain's spectators Mall their strength combine Nor foes, more dreadful than the Gaul, invite, To mend our morals, and our tatte refine, Soon may they hold the olive, foon afluage Fight virtue's caule, itand up in wit's defence, Their secret murmurs, nor call foith thy rage, Win us from vice, and laugh us into fente. 'To rend their banks, and pour, at one command, Nor, Prior, halt thou huth'd the trump in vain, Thy roalm, the fea, o'er their precarious land. Thy lyre shall now revive her mirthful train,


New tales shall now be told; if right I fee, The babbling sounds that mimic echo plays,
The foul of Chaucer is restor'd in thee.

The fairy shade, and its eternal maze!
Garth, in majestic numbers, to the stars

Nature and art in all their charms combin'd, Shall raise mock heroes, and fantastic wars; And all Elyfium to one view confin'd! Like the young spreading laurel, Pope, thy name No further could imagination roam, Shoots up with itrength, and rises into fame; Till Vanbrugh fram'd, and Marlborough rais'd With Philips shall the peaceful vallies ring,

the dome. And Britain hear a second Spenser sing. (fine, Ten thousand pangs my anxious bofom tear, That much-lov'd youth, whom Utrecht's wall con When drown'd in tears I see th' imploring fais; To Bristol's praises shall his Strafford's join : When bards less fost the moving words supply, He too, from whom attentive Oxford draws A seeming justice dooms the nymph to die; Rules for just thinking, and poetic laws,

But here the begs, nor can fhe beg in vain To growing bards his learned aid fall lend, (In dirges thus expiring fwans complain); "The Arictest critic, and the kindest friend.

Each verse so swells expressive of her woes, Ev'n mine, a bashful muse, whose rude essays And every tear in lines so mournful flows; Scarce hope for pardon, not aspire to praise, We, spite of fame, her fate revers'd believe, Cherish'd by you in time may grow to fame, O'erlook her crimes, and think she ought to live. And mine survive with Bristols glorious name. Let joy salute fair Rofamonda's shade, Fir'd with the views this glittering scene dif- And wreaths of myrtle crown the lovely maid. plays,

While now perhaps with Dido's ghost she roves, And smit with passion for my country's praise, And hears and tells the story of their loves, My artless reed attempts this lofty theme,

Alike they mourn, alike they bless their fate, Where sacred Ifis rolls her ancient stream; Since love, which made them wretched, makes In cloister'd domes the great Philippa's pride,

them great. Where learning blooms, while fame and worth Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan, preside,

Which gain'd a Virgil, and an Addison, Where the fifth Henry arts and arms was taught, Accept, great monarch of the British lays, And Edward form'd his Cresly, yet unfought, The tribute song an humble subject pays. Where laureld bards have ftruck the warbling | So tries the artless lark her early flight, ftrings,

And soars, to hail the god of verse and light. The feat of fages, and the nurse of kings. Unrival'd as unmatch'd be still thy fame, Here thy commands, 0 Lancaster, inflame And thy own laurels Thade thy envy'd name : My eager breast to raise the British pame, Thy name, the boast of all the tuneful quire, Urge on my foul, with no ignoble pride, Shall tremble on the strings of every lyre; To woo the muse, whom Addison enjoy'd, While the charm'd reader with thy thought See that bold swain to heaven sublimely soar,

complies Pursue at distance, and his feps adore.

Feels corresponding joys or forrows rise,

And views ihy Rosamond with Henry's eyes.


-Ne fortè pudori
Sic tibi musa lyræ folers, et cantor Apollo." Too long hath love engross'a Britannia's Nage,

And sunk to foftness all our tragic rage : The opera first Italian masters caught,

By that alone did empires fall or rise, Enrich'd with fongs, but innocent of thought ; And fate depended on a fair-one's eyes : Britannia's learned theatre disdains

The sweet infection, mix'd with dangerous art, Melodious trifles, and enervate strains;

Debas'd our manhood, while it footh'd the heart. And blushes, on her injur'd stage to see

You scorn to raise a grief thyself must blame, Nonsense well-tun'd, and swect Itupidity. .

Nor from our weakness steel a vulgar fame : No charms are wanting to thy artful song, A patriot's fall may justly melt the mind, Soft as Corelli, and as Virgil strong,

And tears flow nobly, Thed for all mankind. From words so sweet new grace the notes receive, How do our souls with generous pleasure glow! And music borrows helps she us’d to give. Our hearts exulting, while our eyes o'erflow, Thy Ityle hath match'd what ancicnt Romans | When thy firm hero stands beneath the weight knew,

Of all his sufferings venerably great; Thy flowing numbers far excel the new.

Rome's poor remains still sheltering by his fide, Their cadence in such easy found convey'd, With conscious virtue, and becoming pride! The height of thought may seem superfluous aid; The aged oak thus rears his head in air, Yet in such charms the noble thoughts abound, His fap exhausted, and his branches bare ; That needless seem the sweets of easy found. 'Midtt storms and earthquakes, he maintains his Landskips how gay the bowery grotto yields,

state, Which thought creates, and lavish fancy builds! Fixt deep in earth, and fasten'd by his weight : What art can trace the visionary Icenes,

His naked boughs still lend the shepherds aid, The Rowery groves, and everlasting greens, And his old trunk projects an awful shads

Amidst the joys triumphant peace bestows, Where every meadow won with toil and blood, Our patriots sadden at his glorious woes;

From haughty tyrants and the ragiog flood, Awhile they let the world's great business wait, With fruit and Howers the careful hind supplies, Anxious for Rome, and figh for Cato's face. And cloches the marshes in a rich disguise. Here 'aught how ancient heroes rose to fame, Such wealth for frugal hands doch heaven decree, Our Britons crowd, and catch the Roman flame, And such thy gift, celestial Liberty ! Where itates and senates well might lend an ear, Through stately towns, and many a fertile plain, And kings and priests without a blush appear. The pomp advances to the neighbouring main,

France boafts no more, but fearful to engage, Whole nations crowd around with joyful cries, Now first pays homage to her rival's stage, And view the hero with insatiate eyes. Hastes to learn thee, and learning shall submit In Haga's towers he waits, till eastern gales Alike to British arms, and British wit :

Propitious rise to (well the British fails. No more she'll wonder, forc'd to do us right, Hither the fame of England's monarch brings Who think like Romans, could like Romans fight. The vows and friendships of the neighbouring Thy Oxford smiles this glorious work to see,

kings; And fondly triumphs in a fon like thee.

Mature in wisdom, his extensive mind The senates, consuls, and the gods of Rome, Takes in the blended interests of mankind, Like old acquaintance at their native home, The world's great patriot. Calm thy anxious breast, In thee we find : each deed, each word exprest, Secure in him, O Europe, take thy relt; And every thought that swell'd a Roman breast, Henceforth thy kingdoms shall remain confin'd We trace each hint that could thy soul inspire By rocks or streams, the mounds which heaven Wish Virgil's judgment, and with Lucan's fire;

design'd; We know thy worth, and, give us leave to boast, The Alps their new-made monarch shall restrain, We most admire, because we know thee moft. Nor shall thy hills, Pirene, rise in vain.

But see! to Britain's ifle the fquadrons stand, THE ROYAL PROGRESS.

And leave the finking towers, and leflening lard.

The royal bark bounds o'er the floating plain, WHEN Brunswick first appear'd, each honest heart, Breaks through the billows, and divides the main. Intent on verse, disdain'd the rules of art;

O'er the vast deep, great monarch, dart thine eyes, For him the songsters, in unmeasur'd odes, A watery prospea bounded by the skies : Debas'd Alcides, and dethron'd the gods,

Ten thousand vessels, from ten thousand shores, In golden chains the kings of India led,

Bring gums and gold, and either India's fores: Or rent the turban from the sultan's head.

Behold the tributes hastening to thy throne, One, in old fables and the Pagan strain,

And see the wide horizon all thy own. With nymphs and tritons, wafts him o'er the Still is ic thine; though now the cheerful crew main ;

Hail Albion's cliffs ; juli whitening to the view. Apother draws fierce Lucifer in arms,

Before the wind with swelling fails they ride, And fills th' infernal region with alarms;

Till Thames receives them in his opening tide. A third awakes some druid, to foretel

The monarch hears the thundering peals around, Each future triumph, from his dreary cell. From trembling woods and echoing hills rebound, Exploded fancies ! thac in vain deceive,

Nor inifles yet, amid the deafening train, While the mind nauseates what the can't believe.

The roarings of the hoarse-resounding maia. My muse th' expe&ed hero shall pursue

As in the flood he fails, from either side From clime to clime, and keep him ftill in view; He vicws his kingdom in his rural pride; His shining march describe in faithful lays, A various scene the wide spread landskip yields, Content to paint him, nor presume to praise ; O'er rich enclosures and luxuriant fields; Their charms, if charms they have, the truth sup- A lowing herd each fertile pasure fills, plies,

And distant flocks stray o'er a thousand hills. And from the theme unlabour'd beauties rise. Fair Greenwich hid in woods with new delight,

By longing nations for the throne design'd, Shade above Made, now rises to the light; Aod callid to guard the rights of human-kind; His woods ordain'd to visit every shore, With secret grief his godlike soul repines,

And guard the island which they grac'd before. And Britain's crown with joyless lustre shines, The sun now rolling down the western waya While prayers and tears his destin'd progress ftay, | A blaze of fires renews the fading day; And crowds of mourners choke their sovereign's | Unnumber'd barks the regal barge enfold, way

Brightening the twilight with its beamy gold; Not so he march'd, when hostile squadrons stood Less thick the finny shoals, a countlets fry, in scenes of death, and fir'd his generous blood; Before the whale or kingly delphin fly. When his hot courser paw'd ch' Hungarian plain, In one vast thout he seeks the crowded strand, And adverse legions stood the shock in vain. And in a peal of thunder gains the land. His frontiers past, the Belgian bounds he views, Welcome, grcat itranger, to our longing eyes, And cross the level fields his march pursues. Oh! king defir'd, adopted Albion cries. Here pleas'd the land of freedom to survey, For thee the east breath'd out a prosperous breeze, He greatly scorns the thirst of boundless sway. Bright were the suns, and gently swellid the seas. O'er the thin soil, with alent joy, he spies

Thy presence did each doubtful heart ccmpole, Transplanted woods, and borrow'd verdure rise And faclions wonder'd that they onse were fuess

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That joyful day they lost cach hostile name, And his new brethren of the blade,
The fame their aspect, and their voice the same. Shivering with fear and froft, survey'd

So ewo fair twins, whose features were delign’d On Perth's bleak hills he chanc'd to spy
At one foft moment in the mother's mind, An aged wizard six foot high,
Show each the other with reflected grace, With bristled hair and visage blighted,
And the same beauties bloom in either face ; Wall-ey'd, bare-haunch'd, and second-lighted
'The puzzled ftranger which is which inquire; The grisly sage in thought profound
Delulion grateful to the smiling fire.

Beheld the chief with back so round,
From that fair * hill, where hoary sages boast Then roll'd his eye-balls to and fro
To name the stars, and count the heavenly hot, O'er his paternal hills of snow,
By the next dawn doth great Augusta rife, And into these tremendous speeches
Proud town! the noblest scene beneath the skies. Broke forth the prophet without breeches.
O'er Thames her thousand spires their lustre shed, Into what ills betray'd, by thee,
And a vast navy hides his ample bed,

This ancient kingdom do I see !
A floating forest, from the distant ftrand Her realms unpeopled and forlorn !
A line of golden cars Arikes o'er the land : Wae's me! that ever thoa wert born!
Britannia's peers in pomp and rich array,

Proud English loons (our clans o'ercome)
Before their king triumphant, lead the way. On Scottish pads shall amble home;
Far as the eye can reach, the gaudy train,

I see them drest in bonnets blue
A bright procession, shines along the plain. (ways (The spoils of thy rebellious crew);

So, haply, through the heaven's wide pathless I see the target caft away,
A comet draws a long extended blaze; (frame, And chequer'd plaid become their prey,
From east to west burns through the ethereal The chequer'd plaid to make a gown
And half heaven's convex glitters with the flame. For many a lass in London town.

Now to the regal towers securely brought, In vain thy hungry mountaineers
He plans Britannia's glories in his thought; Come forth in all thy warlike gears,
Resumes the delegated power he gave,

The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger, Rewards the faithful, and restores the brave. In which they daily wont to swagger, Whom shall the muse fron: out the shining throng And oft have sally'd out to pillage Select, to heighten and adorn her song ?

The hen-roofts of some peaceful village, Thee, Halifax. To thy capacious mind,

Or, while their neighbours were asleep,
O man approv'd, is Britain's wealth consign'd. Have carry'd off a lowland sheep.
Her coin, while Nassau fought, debas'd and rude, What boots thy high-born host of beggars,
By thee in beauty and in truth renew'd,

Mac-leans, Mac-kenzies, and Mac-gregors,
An arduous work! again thy charge we see, With popish cut-throats, perjur'd ruffians,
And thy own care once more returns to thee. And Foster's troop of raggamuffins.
0! form'd in every scene to awe and please, In vain thy lads around thee bandy,
Mix wit with pomp, and dignity with ease : Inflam'd with bag-pipe and with brandy,
Though callid to shine aloft, thou wile not scorn Doch not beld Sutherland the trusty,
To insile on arts thyself did once adorn :

With heart so true, and voice so ruity,
For this thy name succeeding time shall praise, (A loyal soul) thy troops affright,
And envy lets thy garter, than thy bays.

While hoarsely he demands the fight?
The muse, if fir'd with thy enlivening beams, Dost thou not generous Ilay dread,
l'erhaps shall aim at more exalted themes, The bravest hand, the wifest head?
Record our monarch in a nobler strain,

Undaunted dost thou hear th' alarms
And sing the opening wonders of his reign; Of hoary Athol feath d in arms?
Bright Carolina's heavenly beauties trace,

Douglas, who draws his lineage down
Her valiant confort, and his blooming race. From Thanes and Peers of high renowo,
A train of kings their fruitful loves supplies, Fiery, and young, and uncontrould,
A glorious scene to Albion's ravish'd eyes; With knights, and 'squires, and barons bold,
Who sees by Brunswick's hand her fceptre sway'd, (His noble household band) advances,
And through his line from age to age convey'd. and on the milk-white courser prances.

Thee Forfar to the combat dares,

Grown swarthy in Iberian wars :

And Monro, kindled into rage,

Sourly defies thee to engage; “ Dicam infigne, recens, adhuc

He'll roue thy foot, though ne'er so many,

And herse to boot-if thou hadtt any. “ Indi&um ore alio : non fecus in jugis “ Ex fomnis ftupet Euias

But fee Argyll, with watchful eyes, “ Fiebrum profpiciens, et nive candidam

Lodg'd in his deep entrenchments lies!

Couch'd like a lion in thy way, « Thracen, ac pede barbaro “ Lustracam Rhodopen." Hor.

He waits to spring apon his prey;

While, like a herd of timorous deer, As Mar his round one morning took,

Thy army shakes and pants with fear, (Whom some call earl, and some call duke) Led by their doughty general's fill, * Mr. Flamfloud's boule,

From frith to frith, from hill to hith,

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Is thus thy haughey promise paid

h’unthinking vi&tors vainly boast their powers, That to the Chevalier was made,

Be theirs the musket, while the tongue is ours. When thou did it oaths and duty barter,

We reason with auch fluency and fire, For dukedom, generallhip, and garter

The beaux we baffle, and che learned tire, Three moons thy Jemmy Thall co'nmand, Against her prelates plead the church's cause, With Highland sceptre in his hand,

And from our judges vindicate che laws Too good for his pretended birth,

Then mourn not, hapiels prince, thy kingdoms Then down thall fall the king of Perth.

loft ; 'Tis so decreed : for George Thall reign, A crown, though late, thy sacred brows may boalt ; And traitor: be foresworn in vain.

Heaven seems through us thy empire to decree; Heaven shall for ever on him (mile,

Those who win hearis, have given their hearts to And bless him ftill with an Argyl.

thee. While chou, pursued by vengeful foes,

Hast thou not heard that when, profusely gay, Condemn'd to barren rocks and snows,

Our well-drest rivals grac'd their sovereign's day, And hinder'd passing luverlocky,

We (tubborn dainsels met the public view Shall burn the clan, and curse poor Jocky. In loathsome wormwood, and repenting rue ?

What Whig but trembled, when our spotless band AN EPISTLE

In virgin roscs whiten'd half the land! From a Lady in England to a Gentleman et Avignon.

Who can forget what fears the foe posseft,

When oaken boughs mark'd every loyal breast ! To thee, dear rover, and thy vanquish'd friends, Lels scar'd than Medway's stream the Norman The health, she wants, thy geotle Chloe sends.

tod Though much you suffer, think I luffer more, When cross the plain he spy'd a marching wood, Worse than an exile on my native shore.

Till, near at hand, a gleam of swords betray'd Companions in your master's flight you roam, The youth of Kent beneath its wandering thade? Uncavy'd by your haughty foes at home;

Those who the succours of the fair despise, For ever near the royal outlaw's side

May find that we have nails as well as eyes. You share his fortunes, and his hopes divide, The female bards, O prince by furtune croit, On glorious schemes, and thoughts of empire dwell, At least more courage than thy men can boat: And with imaginary ticies swell.

Our lex has dar'd the m.g-houle chiefs to meet, Say, for thou know'st lown his sacred line, And purchas'd fame in many a well-fought Itreet, The passive doctrine, and the right divine, From Drury-Lane, the region of renown, Say, what new succours does the chief prepare ? The land of love, the Paphos of the town, The strength of armies? or the force of prayer? Fair patriot, sallying oft have put to fight Does he from heaven or earth his hopes derive? With all their poles the guardians of the night, From saints departed, or from priests alive? And bore, with screams of triumph, to their ide! Nor saints nor priets can Brunswick's troops with. The leader's staff in all its painted pride. stand,

Nor tears che hawker in her warbling note And beads drop useless through the zealot's hand; To vend the discontented statesman's thought, Heaven to our vows may future kingdoms owe, Though red with stripes, and recent from the thong, But skill and courage win the crowns below Sore Imitten for the love of sacred song,

Ere to thy cause, and thee, my heart inclin'd, The tuneful fisters still pursue their trade, Or love to party had seduc'd my mind,

Like Philomela darkling in the shade. In female joys I took a dull delight,

Poor Trott attends, furgetful of a fare, Slept all the morn, and punted half the night: And hums in concert o'er his easy chair. But now, with fears and public cares poflest, Mean while, regardless of the royal cause, The church, the church, for ever breaks my


His sword f r James no brother sovereign draws. The post boy on my pillow I explore,

The Pope himself, surrounded with alarms, And lift the news of every foreign shore,

l'o France his bulls, to Corfu fends his arms, Studious to find new friends, and new allics ; And though he hears his darling son's complaini, What armies march from Sweden in disguise; Can hardly spare one cutelary taint, How Spain prepares her banners to unfold, But lifts them all to guard his own abodes, And Rome deals out her blellings, and her gold And into ready money coins his gods. Then o'er the map my finger, taught to itray, The dauntlets Swede, pursued by vengeful foes, Cross many a region marke the winding way; Scarce keeps his own hereditary Inows; From sea to sea, from realm to realm I rove, Nor muit che friendly roof of kind Lorrain And grow a mere geographer by love :

With fealts regale cur garter'd youth again. But ftill Avignon, and the pleasing coast

safe, Bar-le Duc, within thy filent grove That holds thee banih’d, claims my care the most: The pheasant now may perch, the hare may rove : Oft on the well-known spot I fix my eyes,

The knighe, who aims unerring from afar, And span the distance that between us lies. (pair, th’adverturous knight, now quits the sylvan war;

Let not pur James, though foil'd in arms, def. l'hy brinderi boars may flumber undirmay'd, Whilft on his side he reckons half the fair : Or grunt fecure beneath the cheinue thade." In Britain's lovely idle a shining throng

Inconstant Orleans (itill we mourn the day, War in his cause, a thousand beautics frong. That cruded Orleans with imperial (way) VOL. VII.


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