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Here shatter'd walls, like broken rocks, from far,
Rise up in hideous views, the guilt of war;
Whilft here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes.
At length, the fame of England's hero drew
Eugenio to the glorious interview.
Great souls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn:
A sudden friendship, while with ftretch'd-out rays
They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze.
Polish'd in courts, and harden'd in the field,
Renown'd for conquest, and in council skill'd;
Their courage dwells not in a troubl'd flood
Of mounting fpirits and fermenting blood:
Lodg'd in the foul, with virtue over-ruld,
Inflam'd by reason, and by reason cool'd;
In hours of peace content to be unknown,
And only in the field of battle Mown.
To fouls like these, in mutual friendship join'd,
Heav'n dares intrust the cause of human-kind.
Britannia's graceful fons appear in arms,
Her harass’d troops the hero's presence warms;
Whilst the high hills and rivers all around,
With thund'ring peals of British shouts refound :
Doubling their speed, they march with fresh delight,
Eager for glory, and require the fight.
So the staunch hound the trembling deer pursues,
And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews,
The tedious track unrav'lling by degrees;
But when the scent comes warm in ev'ry breeze,
Fir'd at the near approach, he shoots away
On his full stretch, and bears
The march concludes, the various realms are paft,
Th'immortal Schellemberg appears at laft:
Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high,
Like vallies at their feet the trenches lie ;
Batt’ries on batt'ries guard each fatal pass,
Threat’ning destruction ; rows of hollow brass,
Tube behind tube, the dreadful entrance keep,
Whilft in their wombs ten thousand thunders sleep.
Great Churchill owns, charm’d with the glorious fight,
His march o’erpaid by fuch a promis'd fight.
The western sun now shot a feeble ray,
And faintly scatter'd the remains of day:
Ev'ning approach'd; but oh! what hofts of foes
Were never to behold that ev’ning close !
Thick’ning their ranks, and wedg'd in firm array,
The close-compacted Britons win their way.
In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd
With tracts of death, and laid the battle waste.
Still presling forward to the fight, they broke
Thro' flames of sulphur and a night of smoke;
Till flaughter'd legions fillid the trench below,
And bore their fierce avengers to the foe.
High on the works the mingling hosts engage ;
The battle, (kindled into tenfold rage,
With show'rs of bullets, and with storms of fire)
Burns in full fury; heaps on heaps expire ;
Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly dic,
And loft, in one promiscuous carnage lie.
How many gen'rous Britons meet their doom,
New to the field, and heroes in the bloom !
Th'illustrious youths, that left their native shore
To march where Britons never march'd before ;
(O fatal love of fame! O glorious heat!
Only destructive to the brave and great!)
After such toils o'ercome, such dangers paft,
Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts breathe their last.
But hold, my Muse! may no complaints appear,
Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear ;
While Marlbrô lives Britannia's stars dispense
A friendly light, and shine in innocence:
Plunging thro' seas of blood his fiery steed,
Where'er his friends retire or foes succeed;
Those he supports, these drives to sudden Alight,
And turns the various fortune of the fight.
Forbear, great man! renown'd in arms! forbear
To brave the thickest terrors of the war ;
Nor hazard thus, confus'd in crowds of foes,
Britannia's safety, and the world's repose :
Let nations, anxious for thy life, abate
This scorn of danger and contempt of fate.
Thou liv'st not for thyself; thy queen demands
Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands:
Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join,
And Europe's destiny depends on thine.
At length, the long-disputed pass they gain,
By crouded armies fortify'd in vain.
The war breaks in; the fierce Bavarians yield,
And see their camp with British legions fill'd.
So Belgian mounds bear on their shatter'd fides,
The sea's whole weight increas'd with swelling tides;
But if the rushing wave a passage finds,
Enrag'd by wat’ry moons and warring winds,
The trembling peasant sees his country round
Cover'd with tempests, and in oceans drown'd.
The few surviving foes dispers'd in flight,
(Refuse of swords, and gleanings of a fight)
In ev'ry rustling wind the victor hear,
And Marlbrâ's form in ev'ry shadow fear;
Till the dark cope of night, with kind embrace,
Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace.
To Donavert, with unresisted force,
gay victorious army bends it's course. The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields, Whatever spoils Bavaria's summer yields, (The Danube's great increase) Britannia shares, The food of armies and support of wars :
With magazines of death, destructive balls,
And cannon doom'd to batter Landau's walls,
The victor finds each hidden cavern stor’d,
And turns their fury on their guilty lord.
Deluded prince ! how is thy greatness cross'd,
And all the gaudy dream of empire loft,
That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne,
And made imaginary realms thy own!
Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join,
Shall shortly seek for shelter from the Rhine;
Nor find it there : surrounded with alarms,
Thou hop't th' assistance of the Gallick arms.
The Gallick arms in safety shall advance,
And croud thy standards with the pow'r of France ;
While, to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul
Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall.
Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
Temp’ring each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man compleat.
Long did he strive th' obdurate foe to gain
By proffer'd grace, but long he strove in vain ;
Till, fir'd at length, he thinks it vain to spare
His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war.
In vengeance rouz'd, the soldier fills his hand
With sword and fire, and ravages the land ;
A thousand villages to ashes turns,
In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns.
To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat,
And, mix'd with bellowing herds, confus’dly bleat;
Their trembling lords the common fhade partake,
And cries of infants found in ev'ry brake:
The listning foldier fix'd in forrow stands,
Loth to obey his leader's just commands;
The leader grieves, by gen’rous pity sway'd,
To see his just commands so well obey'd.
But now the trumpet, terrible from far,
In fhriller clangors animates the war ;
Confed'rate drums in fuller concert beat,
And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat.
Gallia's proud standards, to Bavaria's join'd,
Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind;
The daring prince his blasted hopes renews,
And while the thick embattled hoft he views,
Stretch'd out in deep array and dreadful length,
His heart dilates, and glories in his strength.
The fatal day it's mighty course began,
That the griev'd world had long defir'd in vain.
States that their new captivity bemoan'd,
Armies of martyrs that in exile groan'd,
Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeons heard,
And pray’rs in bitterness of foul preferr'd ;
Europe's loud cries, that Providence assail'd,
And Anna's ardent vows at length prevailid:
The day was come, when Heav'n design'd to show
His care and conduct of the world below.
Behold, in awful march and dread array,
The long-extended squadrons shape their way!
Death, in approaching terrible, imparts
An anxious horror to the braveft hearts :
Yet do their beating breasts demand the strife,
And thirit of glory quells the love of life.
No vulgar fears can British minds controul;
Heat of revenge, and noble pride of foul,
O’erlook the foe, advantag'd by his post,
Lessen his numbers, and contract his host.
Tho' fens and floods possess'd the middle space,
That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass;
Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's bands,
When her proud foe rang’d on their borders stands.
But, O! my Muse, what numbers wilt thou find
To fing the furious troops in battle j« in’d !