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HEN great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,

And sent his conqu’ring bands to foreign wars,
Abroad when dreaded, and belov'd at home;
He saw his fame increasing with his years ;
Horace, great bard (fo fate ordain'd) arose ;
And bold, as were his countrymen in fight;
Snatch'd their fair actions from degrading prose,
And set their battles in eternal light:
High as their trumpets tune his lyre he strung;
And with his prince's arms he moraliz'd his song.

When bright Eliza rul'd Britannia's Itate,
Widely distributing her high commands;
And boldly wise, and fortunately great,
Freed the glad nations from tyrannic bands;
An equal genius was in Spenser found:
To the high theme he match'd his noble lays :
He travelld England o'er on fairy ground,
In myslic notes to fing his monarch's praise:
Reciting wond'sous truths in pleasing dreams,
He deck'd Eliza's head with Gloriana's beams.

III. But, greatest Anna! while thy arms pursue Paths of renown, and climb ascents of fame, Which nor Augustus, nor Eliza knew; What poet shall be found to sing thy name? What numbers shall record, what tongue shall say Thy wars on land, thy triumphs on the main ? O fairelt model of imperial (way ! What equal pen shall write thy wond'rous reign? Who shall attempts and feats of arms rehearse, Not yet by story told, nor parallel'd by verse?

IV, Me all too mean for such a task I weet: Yet if the fov'reign lady deigns to smile, I'll follow Horace with impetuous heat, And cloath the verse in Spenser's native style. By these examples rightly taught to fing, And smit with pleasure of my country's praise, Stretching the plumes of an uncommon wing, High as Olympus I ny flight will raise : And latest times shall in my numbers read Anna's immortal fame, and Marlbro's hardy deed.

V. As the strong eagle in the Glent wood, Mindless of warlike rage, and hostile care, Plays round the rocky cliff, or crystal flood; 'Till by Jove's high behefts cali'd out to war, And charg’d with thunder of his angry king, His bosom with the vengeful message glows : Upward the noble bird directs his wing; And tow'ring round his master's earth-born foes, Swift he collects his fatal Rock of ire: Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire.

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VI. Sedate and calm thus victor Marlbro' fate; Shaded with laurels, in his native land ; 'Till Anna calls him from his foft retreat, And gives her second thunder to his hand. Then leaving sweet repose, and gentle ease,, With ardent-speed he feeks the distant foe : Marching o'er hills and vales, o'er rocks and feas, He meditates; and strikes the wondrous blow. Our thought flies flower than our general's fame : Grasps he the bolt ? (we afk) when he has hurl'd the flame.

When fierce Bavar on Judoign's spacious plain
Did from afar the British chief behold;
Betwixt despair, and rage, and hope, and pain,
Something within his warring bofom rolld :
He views that far'rite of indulgent fame,
Whom whilom he had met on Ifter's Thore :
Too well, alas ! the man he knows the fame,
Whose prowess there repell’d the Boyan pow'r :
And sent them trembling thro' the frighted lands,
Swift as the whirlwind drives-Arabia's scatter'd fand.

His former loffes he forgets to grieve;
Absolves his fate, if with a kinder ray
It now would shine, and only give him leave
To balance the account of Blenheim's day.
So the fell lion in the lonely glade,
His side still smarting with the bunter's fpear,
Though deeply wounded, no way yet dismay'd,
Roars torrible, and meditates new war;

Ib. fülleni futy traverses the plain
To find the vent'rous foe, and battle him again.

Misguided prince ! no longer urge thy fatey.
Nor tempt the hero to unequal war;
Fam'd in misfortune, and in ruin great,
Confess the force of Marlbro's stronger ttar.
Those lawrel groves (the merits of thy youth)
Which thou from Mahomet didst greatly gaing,
While bold affertor of refifless truth,

Thy sword did godlike liberty maintain,
Must from thy brow their falling honours fhed;
And their transplanted wreaths muft.deck.a worthier


Yet cease the ways of Providence to blame, And human faults with human grief confess : 'Tis thou art chang'd; while heav'n.is. ftill the same From thy ill councils date thy ill fuccess. Impartial justice holds her equal scales: "Till tronger virtue does the weight incline; . If. over thee thy glorious foe prevails ; He now defends the cause, that once was thines Righteous the war, the champion shall fubdue; For Jove's great handmaid Power, muft Jove's des crees pursue.

XI. Hark! the dire trumpets found their fhrill alarms : Auverquerque, branch'd from the renown'd Nassaus. Hoary in war, and bent beneath his arms, His glorious sword with dauntless courags draws :

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When anxious Britain mourn'd her parting lord,
And all of William that was mortal dy'à;
The faithful hero had receiv'd this sword
From his expiring master's much-lov'd lide.
Oft from its fatal ire has Louis flown, [run.
Where-e'er great William led, or Maese and Såmbre

But brandih'd high, in an ill-omen'd hour
To chee, proud Gaul, behold thy juftest fear,
The master sword, disposer of thy pow'r :
'Tis that which Caesar gave the British peer.
He took the gift: nor ever will I sheath
This steel (so Anna's high behests ordain)
The general faid, unless by glorious death
Absolv'd, till conquest has confirm's your reign.
Returns like these our mistress bids us make,
When from a foreign prince a gift her Britons take.

And now fierce Gallia rush'es on her foes,
Her force augmented by the Boyan bands:
So Volga's stream, increas'd by mountain (nows,
Rolls with new fury down through Ruflia's lands.
Like two great rocks against the raging, tide
(If virtue's force with nature's we compare)
Unmoy'd the two united chiefs abide,
Sustain the impulse, and receive the war.
Round their firm Gides in vain the tempest beats ;
And still the foaming wave with lefsen'd power re:

The rage dispers’d, the glorious pair advance,
With mingl'd anger, and collected might,

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