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F'en the rough rocks with tender inyrtle blivem, How oft in felds of death thy presence sought,
And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought!
Bear me, soine god, to Baia's gentle seats, On foreign mountains may the Sun refine
Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats; The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine,
Where western gales eternally reside,

With citron grovės adorn a distant soil,
And all the seasons lavish all their pride:

And the fat olive swell with floods of oil: Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, We enry not the warmer clime, that lies And the whole year in gay confusion lies. In ten degrees of more indulgent skies, Immortal glories in my mind revive,

Nor at the coarseness of our Heaven repine, And in my soul a thousand passions strive, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine ; When Rome's exalted beauties I descry

"Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, Magnificent in piles of ruin lie.

And makes her barren rocks and her bleak moun. An amphitheatre's amazing height

tains smile. Here fills my eye with terrour and delight,

Others with towering piles may please the sight, That on its public shows unpeopled Ronne, And in their proud aspiring domes delight; And held, uncrowded, nations in its womb: A nicer touch to the streteht canvas give, Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies, Or teach their animated rocks to live: And here the proud triumphal arches rise,

'Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd, And hold in balance each contevding state, Their base degenerate progeny upbraid:

To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, Whole rivers here forsake the fields below, And answer her afflicted neighbour's prayer. And wondering at their leiglet through airy chan- The Dane and Swede, rous d up by fierce alarms, nels flow...

Bless the wise conduct of ber pious arms: Still to new scenes my wandering Muse retires, Soon as her fleets appear, their terrours cease, And the dumb show of breathing rocks admires; And all the northern world lies bush'd in peace. Where the smooth chisel all its force has shown, Th' ambitious Gaul beholds with secret dread Avd soften'd into flesh the rugged stone.

Her thunder aim'd at his aspiring head, In solemn silence, a majestic band,

Ånd fain her god-like sons would disunite Heroes, and gods, and Roman consuls stand, By foreign gold, or by domestic spite: Stero tyrants, whom their cruelties renown, But strives in vain to conquer or divide, And emperors in Harian marble frown;

Whom Nassau's arms defend and counsels guide. While

the bright dames, towhom they huinbly sued, Fird with the name, which I so oft bare found Suill show the charms that their proud hearts The distant climes and different tongues resouada subdueda 1! }

I bridle-in my struggling Muse with pain, Fain

would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse, That longs to lanch into a bolder strain. And show th' imtnortal tabours in my verse, But I've already troubled you too long, • Wherefrom themingled strength of shadeand light Nor dare attempt a more adventurous song. A new creation rises to my sight,

My humble verse demands a softer theme, Such heavenly figúres from bis pencil flow, A painted meadow, or a parling stream; So warm with life his blended colours glow. Unfit for heroes: whom immortal lays, From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise Amidst the soft variety I'm lost: Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With circling votes and labyrinths of sound; Here domes and temples rise in distant views,

MILTON'S STYLE IMITATED, And opening palaces invite my Muse.

IN A TRANSLATION OF A STORY, OUT OF THE How has kiod Heaven adorn'd the happy land,

And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful band !
But what avait her unexhausted stores,

Lost in the gloomy horrour of the night,
Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores, We struck upon the coast where Ætna lies,
With all the gifts that Heaven and Earth impart, Horrid and waste, its entrails fraught with fóre,
The smiles of Nature, and the charms of Art, That now casts out dark fumes and pitchy clouds,
While prond oppression in her valleys reigns, Vast showers of ashes hovering in the smoke;
And tyranny usurps her happy plains?

Now belches molten stones and ruddy flame The poor inhabitant beholds in vain

Incenst, or tears up mountaints by the roots, The reddoning orange and the swelling grain : Or Aings a broken rock aloft in air. Jayless be sees the growing oils and wines, The bottom works with smother'd fire, involvid And in tbe myrtle's fragrant shade repines: lo pestilential vapours, stench and smoke. Starves, in the midst of Nature's bounty curst, 'Tis said, that thunder-struck Enceladus And in the loaden vineyard dies for thirst. Groveling beneath th' incumbent mountain O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright,

weight Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Lies stretch'd supine, eternal prey of flames; Eternal pleasures in thy presence reigu,

And when he heaves against the burning load, And smiling Plenty leads thy wantou train; Relactant, to invert his broiliny limbs, Eaş'd of ber load Subjection grows more light, A sudden earthquake shoots through all the isle, And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight;

And Ætna thunders dreadful ouder ground, Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay, Then pours out smoke in wreathing curls eontoiv'd, Giv'st beauty to the Sun, and pleasure to the day. And shades the Sun's bright orb, and blots out day.

Thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores; Here in the shelter of the woods we lodg'd, How has she oft exhausted all her stores,

And frighted beardstrange soufils and disuaalsells,

Nor saw from whence they came; for all the night A forky staff we dextrously apply'd,
A murky storm deep louring o'er our heads Which, in the spacious socket turning 'round,
Hung imminent, that with impervious gloom Scoopt out the big round jelly from its orb.
Opposid itself to Cynthia's silver ray,

But let me not thus interpose delays:
And shadod all beneath. But now the Sun Fiy, mortals, fly this curst detested race:
With orient beams had chas'd the dewy night A hundred of the same stupendous size,
Fron Earth and Heaven; ali nature stood disclos'd : A hundred Cyclops live among the bills,
When looking on the nrighbouring woods we saw Gigantic brotberhood, that stalk along
The ghastly visage of a man unknown,

With horrid strides o'er the bigh mountains' tops An uncouth feature, meacre, pale, and wild; Enormous in their gait; I oft have heard Amiction's foul and terrible dismay

Their voice and tread; oft seen them as they past, Sat in his looks, his face impair'd and worn Sculkipy and scouring down, half dead with fear, With marks of famine, speaking sore distress; Thrice has the Moon wash'd all her orb in light, His locks were tangled, and bis sbaggy beard Thrice travel'd o'er in her obscure sojourn Matted with filth; in all things else a Greek. The realms of night inglorious, since I've fiv'd

He first advanc'd in haste; but when he saw Amidst these woods, glearning from thorns and Trojans and Trojan arms, in mid career

shrubs Stopt short, he back recoil'd as one surpris'd: A wretched sustenance." As thus he spoke, But soon recovering speed, he ran, he few We saw descending from a neighbouring hill Precipitant, and thus with piteous cries

Blind Polypheme; by weary steps and slow Our ears assail'd: “ By Heáren's eternal fires, The groping giant with a trunk of pine By every god that sits enthron'd on high, Explor'd his way: around, his woolly flocks By this good light, relieve a wretch forlorn, Attended grazing: to the well-known shore And bear me hence to any distant shore,

He bent his course, and on the margin stood, So I may shun this savage race accurst.

A hideous monster, terrible, deform'd; 'Tis true I fought among the Greeks that late Full in the midst of his bigh front there gap't With sword and fire o'erturn'd Neptunian Troy, The spacious hollow where his eye-ball rolla, And laid the labour of the gods in dust;

A ghastly orifice; he tins'd the wound, For which, if so the sad offence deserves, And wash'd away the strings and clotted blood Piung'd in the deep, for ever let me lie

That cak'd within; then stalking through the deep Whelm'd under seas; if death must be my doom, He fords the ocean; while the toptast wave Let man inflict it, and I die well pleas'd.” Scarce reaches up his middle side: * stood

He ended here, and now' profuse of tears Amaz'd, be sure; a sudden horrour cbill In suppliant mood fell prostrate at our feet; Ran through each nerve, and thrilled in every vein, Webade him speak from whence, and what he was, Till, using all the force of winds and oars, And how by stress of fortune sunk thus low; We sped away; he heard us in our course, Anchises too with friendly aspect mild

And with his outstretch'd arms around him grop de Gave him his band, sure pledge of amity,

But, finding nought within his reach, be rais'd When, thus encourag'd, he began his tale. Such hideous shoots that alf the oceat shook.

“ I'm one,” says he, “ of poor descent, my name Ev'n Italy, though many a league remote, • Is Achæmenides, my country Greece,

la distant echoes answerd; Ætna Toard, Ulysses' sad compeer, who, whilst he fed

Through all its inmost winding caverns roard. The raging Cyclops, left me bere behind

Rous'd with the sound, the mighty family Disconsolate, forlorn; within the cave

Of one-eyed brothers hasten to the shore, He left me, giant Polypheme's dark cave; And gather round the bellowing Polypheme, A dungeon wide and horrible, the walls

A dire assembly: we with eager haste On all sides furrd with mouldy damps, and hung Work every one, and from afar behold With clots of ropy gore, and human limbs, A host of giants corering all the shore. tiimi His dire repast: bimself of mighty size,

So stands a forest tall of mountain oaks -Hoarse in his voice, and in his visage grim, Advanc'd to mighty growth: the traveller Intractable, that riots on the flesh

Hears from the humble valley where he rida Of mortal men, and swills the vital blood. The hollow murmurs of the winds that blow Him did I see snatch up with horrid grasp Amidst the boughs, and at the distance sees Two sprawling Grerks, in either hand a man: The shady tops of trees unnumber'd rise, I saw him when with huge tempestuous sway A stately prospect, waving in the clouds. He dasht and broke them on the grundsil edge; The pavement swam in blood, the walls around Were spatter'do'er with brains. He lapt the blood, And chewd the tender flesh still warm with life, That swell'd and heav'd itself amidst his teeth

"THE CAMPAIGY,, As sensible of pain. Not less mean while

Our chief meened, and studious of revenge,
Plots bis destruction, which he thus effects:

TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH The giant, gorg'd with flesh, and wine, and blood,

Lay stretcht at length and snoring in his den,
Relching raw gobbets from his maw, o'ercharg'd -Rheni pacator et Istri.
With purple wine and crnudled gore contus'd. Omuis in hur und variis discordia cessit
We gathered rouod, and to his single eye,

Ordinibus; lætatur eques, plauditqne senator, The single ege that in his forehead glar!

Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori, Like a full moon, or a broad burnish'd shield,

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Esse, aliquam in terris gentem quæ suâ impensa, Hop'd, when they saw Britannia's arms appear,

suo labore ac periculo, belia gerat pro libertate The vengeance due to their great deaths was near. aliorum. Nec boc finitimis, ant propinquæ vi- Our godlike leader, ere the stream he past, cinitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis The inighty scheme of all his labours cast, prestet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe Forming the wondrous year within his thought terrarum injustum imperium sit, et ubique jus, dis bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought. fas, lex, potentissima sint. Liv. Hist. lib. 33. The long laborious march he first surveys,

And joins the distant Danube to the Maese, While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim, Between whose foods such pathless forests grow, Proud in their number to enrol your name;

Such morutains rise, so many rivers flow: Wbile emperors to you commit their cause,

The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes, And Anna's praises crown the vast applause; And danger serves but to enhance the prize. Accept, great leader, what the Muse recites, Big with the fate of Europe, he renews That in ambitious verse attempts your fights. His dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues! Fir'd and transported with a theme so new, Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat, Ten thousand wonders opening to my view The sultry gales round his chaf’d temples beat, Sbine forth at once; sieges and storms appear, Till on the borders of the Maine he finds And wars and conquests fill th' important year: Defensive shadows, and refreshing winds. Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain,

Our British youth, with in-born freedom bold, An Iliad rising out of one campaign.

Unnuinber'd scenes of servitude behold, The haughty Gaul beheld, with towering pride, Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas'd, His ancient bounds enlarg'd on every side; (Their Maker's image more than half defac'd) Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdued,

Hourly instructed, as they urge their toil, And in the midst of his wide empire stood; To prize their queen, and love their native soil. Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain,

Still to the rising Sun they take their way Oppos'd their Alps and Apennines in vain, Through clouds of dust, and gain upon the day. Nor found theinselves, with strength of rocks im- When now the Neckar on its friendly coast Behind their everlasting hills secur’d; (mur'd, With cooling streams revives the fainting host, The rising Danube its long race began,

That cheerfully his labours past forgets, And half its course through the new conquests ran; The mid-night watches, and the noon-day heats, Amaz'd and anxious for her sovereign's fates, O'er prostrate towns and palaces they pass Germania trembled through a bundred states; (Now cover'd o'er with woods, and bid in grass), Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear; Breathing revenge; whilst anger and disdain He gaz'd around, but saw no succour near; Fire every breast, and boil in every vein: He gaz'd, and balf-abandon'd to despair

Here shatter'd walls, like broken rocks from far His hopes on Heav'n, and confidence in prayer. Rise up in hideous views, the guilt-of war, To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes,

Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs, On ber resolves the western world relies,

Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes. Confiding still, amidst its dire alarms,

At leugth the fame of England's hero diew In Anna's councils, and in Churchill's arms. Eugenio to the glorious interview. Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent, Great souls by instinct to each other turn, To sit the guardian of the continent!

Demand alliance, and in friendship burn; That sees her, bravest son advanc'd so high, A sudden.friendship, while with stretch'd-out rays And flourishing so near her prince's eye;

They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze. Thy favourites grow, not up by fortune's sport, Polish'd in courts, and hardend in the field, Or from the crimes or follies of a court;

Renown'd for conquest, and in council skill'd, On the firm basis of desert they rise,

Their courage dwells not in a troubled food From long-try'd faith, and friendship’s holy tyes: Of mountain spirits, and fermenting blood; Their sovereign's well-distinguish'd smiles they Lodg'd in the soul, with virtue over-rul'd, share,

Inflam'd by reason, and by reason coolid, Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war; In hours of peace content to be unknown, The nation thanks them with a public voice; And only in the field of battle shown:, By showers of blessings Heaven approves their To souls like these, in mutual friendship join'd, choice;

Heaven dares intrust the cause of human-kind. Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost,

Britanpia's graceful sons appear in arms, And factions strive who shall applaud them most. Her harass'd troops the hero's presence warms,

Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky, Whilst the high hills and rivers all around Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly;

With thundering peals of British shouts resgand: Her chief already has his march begun,

Doubling theirspeed, they march with fresh delight, Crossing the provinces bimself had won,

Eager for glory, aud require the fight. Till tbe Moselle, appearing from afar,

So the stanch hound the trenabling deer pursues, Retards the progress of the moving war.

And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews, Delightful stream, had Nature bid her fall The tedious track unraveling by degrees: In distant ctimes far from the perjur'd Gaul; But when the scent comes warm in every breeze, But now a purchase to the sword she lies, Fir'd at the near approach he shoots away Her barvests for uncertain owners, rise,

On his full stretch, and bears upon his prey. Each vigoyard doubtful of its master grows, The march concludes the variousrealmsare past; Aud to the victor's bowl each vintage flows. Th’immortal Schellenberg appears at last : The discontegted shades of slaughter'd hosts, Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high, That wander'd on her banks, hep heroes ghosts, Like valleys at their feet the trenches lia; I.


Batteries op batterios guard each fatal pass, The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields,
Tbreatening destruction; rows of hollow brass, Whater er spoils Bavaria's summer yields
Tube behind tube, the dreadful entrance keep, (The Danube's great increase), Britannia shares,
Whilst in their wombsten thousand thunders sleep: The food of armies and support of wars:
Great Churchill owns, charmd with the glorious With magazines of death, destructive balls,

And cannon doond to batter Landau's wails, His march v'er-paid by such a promisid fight. The victor finds each sidden cavern stord,

The western Sun now sbot a feeble ray, And turns their fury on their guilty lord. And faintly scatter'd the remains of day:

Deluded prince! how is thy greatness crost, Ev'ning approach'd ; but oh what host of fues And all the gauiy dream of empire lost, Were never to behold that evening close! That proudly set thee on a fancy'd tbrone, Thickening their ranks, and wedg din firm array, And made imaginary reahos thy own! The close-compacted Britons win their way; Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, In vain the cannon their thrung'd war defac'd Shall shortly seek for shelter from the Rhine, With tracts of death, and laid the battle waste; Nor find it there! Surrounded with alarms, Sill pressing forward to the hight, they broke Thou hop'st the assistance of the Gallic arms; Through flames of sulphur, and a night of smoke, The Gallic arms in safty shall advance, Till slaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below, And crowd thy standards with the power of France And bore their fierce avengers to the foe.

While, to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaus: High on the works the mingling hosts engage; Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. The battle, kindled into ten old rage,

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, With showers of bullets and with storms of fire Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Burns in full fury; heaps on heaps expire, Alternateig proclaim him good and great, Nations with nations mix'd confus dy die,

And make the hero and the man complete. And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.

Long did he strive th' obdurate fue to gain w? How many generous Britons meet their doom, By proffer'd grace, but long be stroke in vaia; New to the field, and heroes in the bloom! Till, fir'd at length, he thinks it vait to spare Th'illustrious youths, that left their native shore His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war. To march where Britons never march'd before, In vengeance rous'd, the soldier tills his hand (O fatal love of fame! ( glorious heat,

With sword and fire, and rayages the land, Only destructive to the brave and great!)

A thousand villages to ashes turns, of After such toils o'ercome, such dangers past, In crackling fames a thousand harvests barns. Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts breathe their last. To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat, 1. Puit hold, my Mise, may no complaints appear, And inixt with bellowing berds confus'dly bleat; Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear:

Their trembling lor's the common shade partake, While Mariburough lives, Britannia's stars dis. And cries of infants sound in every brake: pense

The listening soldier bxt in sorrow stands, it A friendly light, anel shine in innocence.

Loth to obey his leader's jast commauds; int Plunging through seas of blood his fiery steed The leader grieves, by generous pitv sway'd, "e". Where'er his friends retire, or foes succeed; To see his just commands so welt oboy d. Those he suports, these drives to sudden Night, But now the trumpet terrible frorn far and turns the various fortune of the fight.

In sbriller elangors anmates the war; Forbear, great man, renown'd in armis, forbear, Confederate drums in fulk r concert beat,6") !! To brave the chickest terrours of the war, And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat: sas!!! Nor hazard this, confus'd in crowds of foes, Gallia's proud standards, to Bavaria's join'd;" Britannia's safety, and the world's repose ; Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind I et nations anxious for thy life abate

The daring prince his blasted hopes renews, This scorn of danger, and contempt of fate: And, while the thick embattled host he views Thou liv'st not for thyself; thy qu:en demands Stretcht ont in deep array, and dreadful length, Conquest and peace from thy victorious hands; His heart dilates, and glories in bis strength.

ๆ Kingdoms and empires in thy tortune join,

The fatal day its mighty course began, And Europe's destiny depends on thive.

That the griev'd world had long desir'd in said;} At length the long-disputed pass they gain,' States that their new captivity bemoan'd, 1 By crowded armies fortify'd in vain;

Armies of martyrs that in exile groan'd, The war breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield, Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeous heart, And see their camp with British legions fill'd. Aud prayers in bitterness of soul preferred, '* So Belgian mounds bear on their shatter'd sides Europe's loud cries, that Providence assail'd, The sea's whole weight inereas'd with swelling And Anna's ardent vows at length prevailid; *** But if the rushing wave a passage finds, (tides; The day was coine when Hearen design'd to show Enrag'd by watery moons, and warring winds, His care and conduct of the world below.' The trembling peasant sees his country round Bebold in awful march and dread array Cover'd with tempests, and in oceans drown'd. The long-extended squadrons shape their way!

The few surviving fars disperst in flight, Death, in approaching terrible, imparts (Refuse of swords, and gleanings of a tight) An anxious horrour to the bravest hearts; In every rustling wind the victor hear,

Yet do their beating breasts demand the strife, And Marlborough's form in every shadow fear, And thirst of glory quells the love of life. Till the dark cope of night with kind embrace No vulgar fears can British minds control: Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace. Heat of revenge, and noble pride of soul, To Donavert, with unresisted force,

O'erlook the foe, advantag'd by his post, The gay victorious army bends its course. : Lessen his numbers, and contract bis bost;

Though fens and foods possest the middle space, Thine only son pierc'd tvith a deadly wound,
That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass ; Chokd in his blood, and gasping on the ground,
Nur fens nor foods can stop Britannia's bands, Thyself in bondage by the victor kept!
When her proud foe rang'd on their borders stands. The chief, the father, and the captive, wept.

But 0, my Muse, what numbers wilt thou find An English Mase is touch'd with generous woe, To sing the furious troops in battle joind!

And in th’unhappy man forgets the foe! Methinks I hear the drums tumultuous sound Greatly distrest! thy loud complaints forbear, '; The victor's' shouts and dying groans contound, to Blame not the turns of fate, and chance of war; The dreadful burst of cannon read the skies, Give thy brave foes thcir due, nor blush to own And all the thunder of the battle rise. [prov'd, The fatal field by such great leaders won, '['was then great Marlborough's mighty soul was The field whence fany'd Eurenio bore away That, in the shock of charging hosts tumov'd, Only the second honours of the day. Amidst confusiun, horrour, and despair,

With foods of gore, that from the vanquish'd Examind all the dreadful scenes of war:

fell, lo peaceful thought the tidld of death survey'd, The marshes stagnate, and the rivers swell. To fainting squadrons seat the timely aid, Mountains ot' slain lie heap'd upom the ground, Inspir'd repuis'd battalions to engage,

Or 'midst the roarings of the Didube drown'd;
And laught the doabtful battle where lo rage. Whole captive hosts the conqueror detains
So when an angel by divine command

In painful bondage, and inglorious chains;
With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Evin those who 'scape the fetters and the sword,
Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past,

Nor seek the fortunes of a happier lord, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; Their ragiog king dishonours, to complete And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform, Marlborough's great work, and finish the defeat. Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. From Memmingben's high domes, and Augs

But see the haughty household- troops advance ! burg's wails, The dread of Europe, and the pride of France.

The distant battle drives th' insulting Gauls; The war's whole art each private soldier knows, Freed by the terrour of the victor's namen And with a general's love of conquest glows; The rescu'd states his great protection claim; Proudly be marches on, and void of fear Whilst Ulme th' approach of her deliverer waits, Laughs at the shaking of the British spear: And longs to open her obsequious gates. Vain insolence! with native freedom brave,

The hero's breast still swells with great designs, The meanest Briton scorns the highest slave: In every thought the towering genius sbines: Contempt and fury fire their souls by turns, If to the foe his dreadful course be bends, Each nation's glory in each warrior burns; O'er the wide continent his march extends; Each fights, as in his arm th' important day If sieges in his labonring thoughts are form'd, And all the fate of his great monarch lay: Camps are assaulted, and an army storm'd; A thousand glorious actions, that might claim If to the fight his active soul is bent, Triumphant laurels, and immortal fame,

The fate of Europe turns on its event. Confus'd in crowds of glorious actions lie,

What distant land, what region, can afford And troops,of heroes undistinguish'd die.

An action worthy his victorious sword? O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,

Where will be next the flying Gaal defeat, And not the wonders of thy youth relate!

To make the series of his toils complete ? How can I see the gay, the brave, the young,

Where the swoln Rhine rushing with all its force Fall in the elund of war, and lie unsung !

Divides the hostile nations in its course, 1! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath,

While each contracts its bounds, or wider grows, And, fillid with England's glory, smiles in death. Enlarg'd or straitend as the river flows,

The rout begiøs, the Gallic sqnadrons run, On Gallia's side a nighty bulwark stands, Compellid jn crowds to meet the fate they shup; 'That all the wide-extended plaiu coi a.nands; Thousands of fiery steeds with wounds transfix'd, Twice, since the war was kindt-d, has it try'd Floating in gore, with their dead masters mixt, The victor's rage, and twice has chang'd its side 'Midst heaps of spears and standards driven around, As oft whole armies, with the prize o'erjoy'd, Lie in the Danube's bloody whirlpools drown'd. Have the long summer on its walls employ'd..... A Troops of bold youths, born on the distant Soane, Hither our mighty chief his arms directs, Or sounding borders of the rapid Rhône,

Hence future triumphs from the war expects; Or where the Seme her flowery fields divides, And though the dog star had its course begun, Or where the Loire through winding vineyards Carries his arms still nearer to tbe Sun: In heaps the rolling billows sweep away, (glides, Fixt on the glorious action, he forgets And into Scythianuseas their bloated corps convey. The change of seasons, and increase of heats; From Blenheim's towers the Gaul, with wild af- No toils are painful that can danger show, Beholds the various havoc of the fight; [fright, No climes unlovely, that contain a for, His waviug canners, that so oft had stood

The roving Gaul, to his own bounds restrain'd, Planied in tields of death, and streams of blood, Learns to in camp within his native land, So wont the guarded enemy to reach,

But soon as the victorious host ne spies, And rise triumphant in the fatal breach,

From bill to hill, from stream to stream he flies Or pierce the broken foe's reipotest lines,

Such dire impressions in his beart remain (plain The bardy veteran with tears resigns,

Of Marlborough's sword, and Hochstet's fatal Unfortunate Tallard! Oh, who can name. In vain Britannia's mighty ehief hesets The pangs of rage, of sorrow, and of shame, Their shady coverts, and obscure retreats; 1. That with mixt tumult in thy bosom swellid, They fly the conqueror's approaching faune, r When firet thou saw'st thy bravest troops repelld, That bears the force of armies in his name, a

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