Through the wide caves the blast is heard afar;
With speed two more provide his azure car,
A concave fhell; two the finn'd courfers join:
All wait officious round, and own th' accustom'd
fign;

The god afcends; his better hand sustains

The three-fork'd fear, his left directs the reins. Through breaking waves, the chariot mounts him high;

Before its thundering courfe, the frothy waters fly;

He gains the furface; on his either fide, 355 The bright attendants, rang'd with comely pride,

Advance in juft array, and grace the pom

pous tide.

Meanwhile Britannia's king confpicuous ftood, And, from his deck, furvey'd the boundless flood. Smooth was the glafly fcene, the fun beheld 360 His face unclouded in the liquid field. The gazing Nereids, in a fhining train, Inclofe the ruler of the British main, And fweetly fing; fufpended winds forbear 364 Their loud complaints, the foothing lay to hear. "Hail, facred charge, they cry; the beauties

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PINDARIC ODE. 1702.

Calo demittitur alte "Chara Deum Soboles,"

VIRG.

ODDESS of numbers, and of thoughts fub-
Jime!

Celestial Mufe! whofe tuneful fong
Can fix heroic as, that glide along

Down the vaft fea of ever-wafting time,
And all the gilded images can stay,
Till time's vaft fca itself be roll d away;
O now affift with confecrated trains!
Let art and nature join to raife
A living monument of praife

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Το

O'er William's great remains. While Thames, majestically fad, and flow, Seems by that reverend dome to flow, Which new-interr'd his facred urn contains. If thou, O Mufe, wouldnt e'er immortal be, This fong bequeaths thee immortality; 15 For William's praife can re'er expire, Though nature's felf at last must die, And all this fair-erected fkv

Muft fink with earth and fea, and melt away in

fire.

-II.

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Begin the fpring of virtue trace, That, from afar-defcending, flow'd Through the rich veins of all the god-like race, And fair renown on all the godlike race beftow'd!

This ancient fource of noble blood

Through thee, Germania, wandering wide, Like thy own Rhine's enriching tide, In numerous branches long diffus'd its flood. Rhine, fcarce more ancient, never grac'd thee

more,

Though mantling vines his comely head fur round,

And all along his funny Thore
Eternal plenty's found.

III.

From heaven itfelf the illuftrious line began; Ten ages in defcent it ran,

In each defcent increas'd with honours new.

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55

See, crowds of heroes rife to fight!
Adolphus, with imperial fplendour gay:
Brave Philibert, unmatch'd in fight,
Who led the German eagle to his prey;
Through Lombardy he mark'd his con-
quer'd way,

And made roud Rome and Naples own his unrefifted might. 60

His gallant Nephew next appears, And on his brows the wreaths of conqueft wears,

Though ftreaming wounds the martial
figure ftain:

For thee, Great ‡ Charles, in battle flain,
Slain in all a foldier's pride,

He fell triumphant by thy fide,
And falling fought, and fighting dy'd.

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And lay, a manly corple, extended on the plain.

V.

See next, majestically great,
The founder of the Belgic ftate!
The fun of glory, which fo bright
Beam'd on all the darling line,

Did, from its golden urn of light,
On William's head redoubled fhine;
His youthful looks diffus'd an awe.

Charles, who had try'd the race before,
And knew great merits to explore,
When he his rifing virtue saw,
He put in friendship's noble claim;
To his imperial court the hero brought,
And there by early honours fought
Alliance with his future fame.

O generous fympathy, that binds
In chains unfeen the bravett minds:

70

To fix the basis of a rifing state!

75

80

O love to worthy deeds, in all great fouls the famé!

Adelphus the Emperor, of the House of Nassau.
Rene of Naffau.
Charles V.

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125

Let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought

155

Before her walls, that memorable day,
When the victorious youths in concert fought,
And matchlefs valour did difplay!
How, ere the battle join'd, they ftrove
With emulous honour, and with mutual love;
How Maurice, touch'd with tender care
Of Henry's fafety, begg'd him to remove;
Henry refus'd his blooming youth to fpare, 160
But with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to
prove

Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers fhare.
O generous ftrife! and worthy fuch a pair!
How dear did Albert this contention pay!

Witness the floods of streaming gore; 165 Witness the trampled heaps, that choak'd the plain,

And ftopp'd the victors in their way; Witnefs the neighbouring fea, and fandy shore, Drunk with the purple life of twice three thoufand flain! XI.

Fortune, that on her wheel capricious stands, And waves her painted wings, inconftant, proud,

171

Hood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands Promifcuous gifts among the crowd, Reftlefs of place, and ftill prepar'd for flight, Was conftant here, and feem'd reftor'd to fight;

Won by their merit, and refolv'd to blefs
The happy brothers with a long fuccefs-

Maurice, the first refign'd to fate:
The youngest had a longer date,

175

And liv'd the space appointed to complete 180
The great republic, rais'd fo high before;
Finish'd by him, the ftately fabric bore
Its lofty top afpiring to the sky:

In vain the winds and rains around it beat;
In vain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, 185
They dash themselves, and break, and back-

ward fly,

Difper'd and murmuring at his feet. Infulting Spain the fruitless ftrife gives o'er, And claims dominion there no more.

Far other battles thou haft won,

295

Thy ftandard ftill the public good: Lavish of thine, to fave thy people's blood: And when the hardy task of war was done, With what a mild well-temper'd mind, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious fon) 301

Thy powerful armies were refign'd; Thy victory o'er thy felf was more, Than all thy conquefts gain'd before; 'Twas more than Philip's fon could do, 305 When for new worlds the madman cry'd; Nor in his own wild breaft had spy'd Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride, Too great for armies to fubdue. XIX.

310

O favage luft of arbitrary fway! Infatiate fury, which in man, we find, In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind, And make the world, enflav'd, his vicious will

obey!

How has this fiend Ambition long defac'd Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation

wafte!

Afk filver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,

As to the fea his waters flow,

Where are the numerous cities now,
That once he faw, his honour'd banks around?
Scarce are their filent ruins found ; 320

But, in th' enfuing age,
Trampled into common ground,
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's de-
ftroying rage.

All Europe too had thar'd this wretched fate,
And mourn'd her heavy woes too late, 325
Had not Britannia's chief withflood
The threaten'd deluge, and repell'd,

To its forfaken banks, thunwilling flood.
And in his hand the fcales of balanc'd kingdoms

heid.

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Well was this mighty truft repos'd in thee, Whose faithful foul, from private interest free (Interests which vulgar princes know), O'er all its paffions fat exalted high, As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, And fees the moving clouds at diftance fly below.

XX.

Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds.

335

While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain Shall pass the plough o er skulls of warriors flain, 356 And turn up bones, and broken fpears, Amaz'd he'll fhew his fellows of the p'ais, The relics of victorious years;

And tell, how fwift thy arms that kingdom did regain.

Flandria, a longer witnefs to thy glory,
With wonder too repeats thy ftory;

How oft the foes thy lifted fword have seen

In the hot battle, when it bled

At all its open veins, and oft have fled,

As if their evil genius thou hadst been :

365

That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,

The Grecian chiefs of nighty fame,
Impatient for the fon of Thetis wait;

At laft the fon of Thetis canie ;

I.

POLLO, god of founds and verse, Pathetic airs and moving thoughts in

Whilst we thy Damon's praife rehearse: Damon himself could animate the lyre.

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Apollo god of founds and verfe, Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire! Look down! and warm the fong with thy ceief

tial fire.

II.

Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,

impending fate.

XXII.

Young as that god fo fweet a grace, ΤΟ Such blooming fragrance in thy face; So foft thy air, thy vifage fo ferene, That harmony ev'n in thy look was feen. I!',

But when thou diaft th' obedient ftrings command,

And join in confort thy melodious hand, 15 Ev'n Fate itself, fuch wondrous ftrains to hear, Fate hal been charm d, had Fate an ear. But what does mufic's kill avail ?