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And lives he get, the great, the loft Bavar,
Ruin'to Gallia in the name of friend?
Tell me, how far has Fortune been fevere?
Has the foe's glory, or our grief, an end?
Remains there, of the fifty thousand lost,
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 forfake,
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.

XXII. 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 feat By heaven ordain'd, my sons, your lasting place : Superior here to all the bolts of fate Live, mindful of the author of your race, 'Whom neither Greece, nor war, nor want, nor dame, 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 fable 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 sons, o'er land and ocean known, Herbert's and Churchill's warring progeny: Hence the long roll which Gallia fhould conceal : For, oh! who, vanquish'd, loves the victor's fame to

tell ?

Envy'd Britannia, sturdy as the oak,
Which on her mountain-top the 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 furnith'd fresh supplies :
So with young vigour, and succeeding birth,
Her losses more than recompens'd arise ;
And every age the with a race is crown’d,
For letters more polite, in battles more renown'd.



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



Nor France on universal sway intent,
Oft breaking leagues, and ofe' 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 feets, 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 the has freed.by arms, and vanquish'd Heaven by

XXVII. 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.


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 full archievement 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.

XXIX. 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 reignO 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.

XXX. There, in eternal characters engray'd, Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone. Their force destroy'd, their privileges sav'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;

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Whom Anna sent to claim Iberia's throne ;
And made him more than 'king, in calling him her son.

There Isther, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field,
Rolling fhall bid his castern waves declare
Germania sav'd by Britain's ample fhield,
And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear;
Shall bid them mention Marlborough on that shore,
Leading his islanders, renown'd-in arms,
Through climes, where never British chief before
Or pitch'd his camp, or sounded his alarms;
Shall bid them bless the Queen, who made his teams
Glorious as those of Boyne, and safe as those of Thames.

XXXII. Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy thall her deliverer meet; Shall own thy farms, great Queen, and blefs-thy powers, Laying the keys beneath thy fuloject's feet. Flandria, by plenty made the home of war, Shall weep

her crime, and how to Charles restord; With double vows fhall bless thy happy care, In having drawn, and having heath'd the sword; From these their sister provinces shall know, How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives a foe.

XXXIII. Bright swords, and crefted helms, and pointed spears, In artful piles around the work shall lie; And Thields indented deep in ancient wars, , Blazon'd with signs of Gallic heraldry ;


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