תמונות בעמוד
[merged small][ocr errors]

And lives he fet, the great, the lost Bavar,
Ruin 'to Gallia in the name of friend?
Tell me, how far has Fortune been severe ?
Has the foe's glory, or our grief, an end ?
Remains there, of the fifty thousand loft,
To save our threaten'd realm, or guard our shatter'd

To the close rock the frighted raven flies,
Soon as the rising eagle cuts the air :
'The Shaggy wolf unseen and trembling lies,
When the hoarse roar proclaims the lion near.
Ill-starr'd did we our forts and lines forsake,
To dare our British foes to open fight :
Our conquest we by stratagem should make :

Our triumph had been founded in our flight.
''Tis ours, by craft and' by surprize to gain :
'Tis theirs, to meet in arms, and battle in the plain.

The ancient father of this hostile brood,
Their boasted Brute, undaunted snatch'd his gods
From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood,
And fix'd on silver Thames his dire abodes :
And this be Troynovante, he said, the seat
By heaven ordain’d, my fons, your lasting place :
Superior here to all the bolts of fate
Live, mindful of the author of your face,
'Whom neither Greece, nor war, nor want, nor flame,
Nor great Peleides' arm, nor Juno's rage, could tame.

XXIII. Their

XXIII. Their Tudors hence, and Stuarts offspring flow: Hence Edward, dreadful with his sable shield, Talbot to Gallia's power eternal foe, And Seymour, fam'd in council or in field : Hence Nevil, great to settle or dethrone, And Drake, and Ca'ndish, terrors of the sea : Hence Butler's fons, o'er land and ocean known, Herbert's and Churchill's warring progeny: Hence the long roll which Gallia should conceal : For, oh! who, vanquilh'd, loves the victor's fame to


Envy'd Britannia, sturdy as the oak,
Which on her mountain-top she proudly bears,
Eludes the ax, and sprouts againft the stroke;
Strong from her wounds, and greater by her wars.
And as those teeth, which Cadmus fow'd in earth,
Produc'd new youth, and furnish'd fresh supplies :
So with young vigour, and succeeding birth,
Her losses more than recompens'd arisc ;
And every age the with a race is crown'd,
For letters more polite, in battles more renown'd.

Obstinate power, whom nothing can repel;
Not the fierce Saxon, nor the cruel Dane,
Nor deep impreslion of the Norman steel,
Nor Europe's force amass'd by envious Spain.




Nor France on universal sway intent,
Oft breaking leagues, and oft' renewing wars;
Nor (frequent bane of weaken'd government)
Their own intestine feuds and mutual jars :
Those feuds and jars, in which I trusted more,
Than in my troops, and fleets, and all the Gallic power,

To fruitful Rheims, or fair Lutetia's gate,
What tidings shall the messenger convey?
Shall the loud herald our success relate,
Or mitred priest appoint the folemn day?
Alas! my praises they no more must fing;
They to my statue now must bow no more :
Broken, repuls'd is their immortal king :
Fallen, fallen for ever, is the Gallic power.
The Woman Chief is master of the war :
Earth she has freed by arms, and vanquish'd Heaven by

While thus the ruin’d foe's despair commends
Thy council and thy deed, victorious Queen,
What shall thy subjects say, and what thy friends ?
How shall thy triumphs in our joy be seen?
Oh! deign to let the eldest of the Nine
Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free:
Oh! with her sister Sculpture let her join
To raise, great Anne, the monument to thee;
To thee, of all our good the sacred spring;
To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our softer King.


[ocr errors]

Let Europe sav'd the column high erect,
Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's;
Where sembling art may carve the fair effect
And füll atchievement of thy great designs.
In a calm heaven, and a serener air,
Sublime the Queen shall on the summit stand,
From danger far, as far remov'd from fear,

And pointing down to earth her dread command.
All winds, all storms, that threaten human woe,
Shall sink beneath her feet, and fpread their rage below.

Their fleets-shall strive, by winds and waters tost,
Till the young Austrian on Iberia's ftrand,
Great as Æneas on the Latian coast,
Shall-fix his-foot : and this, be this the land,
Great Jove, where I for ever will remain,
(The empire's other hope shall say) and here
Vanquish'd, intomb’d I'll lie; or, crown'd, I'll reign-
O virtue to thy British mother dear !
Like the fam'd Trojan suffer and abide ;
For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide.

There, in eternal characters engray’d,
Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone.
Their force destroy'd, their privileges fav’d,
Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own :
Spain, from th' usurper Bourbon's arms retriev'd,
Shall with new life and grateful joy appear,
Numbering the wonders which that youth atchiev'd,
Whom Anna clad in arms, and sent to war;


[ocr errors]

S 2


As the strong eagle in the filent wood, Mindless of warlike rage and hostile care, Plays round the rocky cliff or crystal flood, Till by Jove's high behests call’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, towering round his master's earth-born foes, Swift he collects his fatal stock of ire, Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire s

VI. Sedate and calm thus victor Marlborough fate, Shaded with laurels, in his native land, Till Anna calls him from his soft retreat, And gives her fecond thunder to his hand. Then, leaving fweet repose and gentle ease, With ardent speed he seeks the distant fue ; Marching o'er hills and vales, o'er rocks and seas, He meditates, and strikes the wondrous blow. Our thought flies flower than our General's fame : Grasps he the bolt? we ask when he has burl’d the


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 bosom rolld:


« הקודםהמשך »