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The queen fhould fit in Windfor's facred grove,
Attended by the Gods of War and Love :
Both fhould with equal zeal her fmiles implore,
To fix her joys, or to extend her power.

Sudden, the Nymphs and Tritons should appear;
>And, as great Anna's smiles difpel their fear,
With active dance fhould her obfervance claim;
With vocal shell fhould found her happy name;
Their mafter Thames fhould leave the neighbouring shore,
By his ftrong anchor known, and filver oar;
Should lay his enfigns at his fovereign's feet;
And audience mild with humble grace intreat.

To her, his dear defence, he should complain,
That, while he bleffes her indulgent reign,
Whilft furtheft feas are by his fleets furvey'd,
And on his happy banks each India laid ;
His brethren Macfe, and Waal, and Rhine, and Saar,
Feel the hard burthen of oppreffive war;

That Danube scarce retains his rightful course
Againft two rebel armies neighbouring force;
And all muft weep fad captives to the Seine,
Unless unchain'd and freed by Britain's queen.

The valiant fovereign calls her general forth
Neither recites her bounty, nor his worth:
She tells him, he muft Europe's fate redeem,
And by that labour merit her esteem:

She bids him wait her to the facred hall;

Shows him prince Edward, and the conquer'd Gaul
Fixing the bloody cross upon his breast,

Says, he muft die, or fuccour the distress'd;

Placing

Placing the Saint an emblem by his fide,

She tells him, Virtue arm'd muft conquer lawlefs Pride.

The Hero bows obedient, and retires:
The queen's commands exalt the warrior's fires,
His steps are to the filent woods inclin❜d,,
The great defign revolving in his mind;
When to his fight a heavenly form appears :
Her hand a palm, her head a laurel wears.
Me, fhe begins, the fairest child of Jove,
Below for ever fought, and blefs'd' above;
Me, the bright source of wealth, and power, and farne,
(Nor need I fay, Victoria is my name ;)

Me the great father down to thee has fent;
He bids me wait at thy diftinguifh'd tent,
To execute what Anna's with would have:
Her fubject thou, I only am her flave.

Dare then, thou much belov'd by fmiling Fate,
For Anna's fake, and in her name, be great ::
Go forth, and be to diftant nations known
My future favourite, and my darling fon,
At Schellenbergh I'll manifest sustain
Thy glorious caufe; and spread my wings again,.
Confpicuous o'er thy helm, in Blenheim's plain.
The Goddefs faid, nor would admit reply;
But cut the liquid air, and gain'd the sky.

His high commiffion is through Britain known,
And thronging armies to his ftandard run;
He marches thoughtful, and he speedy fails:
(Blefs him, ye feas! and profper him, ye gales!)

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Belgia receives him welcome to her shores;
And William's death with leffen'd grief deplores :
His presence only must retrieve that loss;
Marlborough to her must be what William was.
So when great Atlas, from these low abodes
Recall'd, was gather'd to his kindred gods;
Alcides, refpited by prudent Fate,

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Suftain'd the ball, nor droop'd beneath the weight.
Secret and fwift behold the Chief advance;
Sees half the empire join'd, and friend to France :
The British general dooms the fight; his fword
Dreadful he draws; the captains wait the word.
Anne and St. George the charging herò cries :
Shrill echo from the neighbouring wood replies
Anne and St. George.-At that aufpicious fign
The standards move; the adverse armies join.
Of eight great hours, Time measures out the fands
And Europe's fate in doubtful balance stands :
The ninth, Victoria comes :-o'er Marlborough's head
Confefs'd the fits; the hostile troops recede :—
Triumphs the Goddefs, from her promise freed.
The eagle, by the British lion's might
Unchain'd and free, directs her upward flight:
Nor did fhe e'er with stronger pinions foar
From Tyber's bank, than now from Danube's fhore.
Fir'd with the thoughts which these ideas raise,
And great ambition of my country's praise;
The English Muse should like the Mantuan rise,
Scornful of earth and clouds, fhould reach the fkies,
With wonder (though with envy ftill) pursued by

human eyes.

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I ne'er was mafter of the tuneful trade;

Or the small genius which my youth could boast,
In profe and business lies extinct and loft:
Bless'd, if I may some younger Muse excite ;
Point out the game, and animate the flight;
That, from Marseilles to Calais, France may know,
As we have conquerors, we have poets too;
And either laurel does in Britain grow;

That, though among ourselves, with too much heat,
We sometimes wrangle, when we should debate;
(A confequential ill which freedom draws;

A bad effect, but from a noble cause ;)
We can with univerfal zeal advance,
To curb the faithlefs arrogance of France;
Nor ever fhall Britannia's fons refuse
To answer to thy Mafter or thy Mufe;
Nor want juft fubject for victorious strains,
While Marlborough's arm eternal laurels gains;
And where old Spenfer fung, a new Elisa reigns,

Upon this Paffage in the SCALIGERIANA.

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"Les Allemans ne ce foucient pas quel Vin ils boivent

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pourveu que ce foit Vin, ni quel Latin ils parlent 66 pourveu que ce foit Latin."

WHEN you with High-Dutch Heeren dine,

Expect falfe Latin, and ftumm'd wiņe :

They never tafte, who always drink ;

They always talk, who never think.

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To a CHILD of QUALITY,
Five Years old, 1704;

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The AUTHOR then Forty.

I.

ORDS, knights, and 'fquires, the numerous band,
That wear the fair Mifs Mary's fetters,

Were fummon'd by her high command,
To fhew their paffions by their letters.
II.

My pen amongst the rest I took,

Left thofe bright eyes that cannot read
Should dart their kindling fires, and look
The power they have to be obey'd.
III.

Nor quality, nor reputation,

Forbid me yet my flame to tell,

Dear five years old befriends my paffion,
And I may write till fhe can spell.

IV.

For, while she makes her filk-worms beds
With all the tender things I fwear;
Whilft all the house my paffion reads,
In papers round her baby's hair;

V.

She may receive and own my flame,

For, though the ftri&teft prudes fhould know it,

She 'Il pafs for a moft virtuous dame,

And I for an unhappy poet.

VI. Then

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