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With how much haste his mercy mects his foes, Firin by his side unspotted Honour stood,
Pleas'd to confess him not so great as good :
Establish'd Freedom clapp'd her joyful wings; B; arts of peace more potent than by wars: Proclaim'd the first of men, and best of kings. Hus o'er himself as o'er the world he reigns,
Whither would the Muse aspire His morals strengthening what his law ordains.
With Pindar's rage, without bis fire ? Through all his thread of life already spun,
Pardon me, Janus, 'twas a fault, Becoming grace and proper action run:
Created by too great a thought : The piece by Virtue's equal band is wrought.
Midless of the god and day, Blixt with no crime, and shaded with no fault;
1 from thy altars, Janus, stray, No fuutsteps of the victor's rage
From thee, and from myself, borne far away. Left in the camp where William did engage:
The fiery Pegasus disdains No tincture of the monarci's pride
To mind the rider's voice, or hear the reins: l'pon the royal purple spy'd :
When glorious fields and opening camps he views, Jiis fame, like gold, the more 'tis try'd,
He runs with an unbounded loose: The more shall its intrinsic worth proclaim;
Hardly the Muse can sit the headstrong horse ; Shall pass the combat of the searching faine,
Nor would she, if she could, check bis impetuous And triumph o'er the vanquish'd heat,
force; For ever coming out the same,
With the glad noise the cliffs and vallies ring, And loosing nor its lustre nor its weight.
While she through earth and air pursues the king. Jánus, be to William just;
She now beholds him on the Belgic shore, To faithful History his actions trust :
Whilst Britain's tears bis ready help inplore; Command her, with peculiar care
Dissembling for her sake his rising cares, To trace each toil, and coinment every war :
And with wise silence pondering vengeful wars, His saving wonders bid her write
She through the raging ocean now lo characters distinctly bright;
Views him advancing his auspicious prow; That each revolving age may read
Combating adverse winds and winter seas, The patriot's piety, the hero's decu:
Sighing the moments that defer our ease: Ani still the sire inculcate to his son
Daring to wield the sceptre's dangerous weight, Transmissive lessons of the king's renown;
And taking the command, to save the state; That William's glory still may live;
'Though, ere the doubtful gift can be secur'd, When all that present art can give,
New wars must be sustain'd, new wounds endur'd. The pillar'd marble, and the tablet brass, Muuldering, drop the victor's praise:
Through rough lerne's camps she sounds alarms, When the great monuments of his power
And kingdoms yet to be redeem'd by arms; Shall now be visible no more;
In the dank marshes fin'is her glorious theme, When Sanıbre shall have chang'd her winding food,
And plunges after him through Boyne's fierce
stream. And children ask, where Namur stood.
She bids the Nereids run with trembling haste, Xamar, proud city, how her towers were arm'd!
To tell old (cean how the hero past. How she contemu'd th' approaching foe!
The god rebukes their fear, and owns the praise Till she by William's trumpets was alarm'd,
Worthy that arm, whose empire he obeys. And shook, and sunk, and fell beneath his blow.
Back to his Albion she delights to bring Jove and Pallas, mighty powers,
The humblest victor, and the kindest king. Guided the hero to the hostile towers.
Albion with open triumple would receive Perseus seem'd less swift in war,
Her hero, nor obtains his leave : When, wing'd with speed, he flew through air.
Firm he rejects the altars she would raise, Embattled nations strive in vain
And thanks the zeal, while he declines the praise The bero's glory to restraịn : Streams arm’d with rocks, and mountains red with Again she follows him through Belgia's land,
And countries often sav'd by William's hand; In sain against his force conspire. [Gre,
Hears joyful nations bless those happy toils, Behold him from the dreadful height appear !
Which freed the people, but returu'I the spoils And lo! Britannia's lions waving there.
In various views she tries her constant theme; Europe freed, and France repell’d,
Finds him in councils, and in arms the same ;
When certain to o'ercome, incli :'d to save,
Tardy to vengeance, and with mercy brave,
She sets her hero in another light; To the rejoicing world below.
Paints his great mind superior to success, To rescued states, and vindicated crowns,
Declining conquest, to establish peace : His equal hand prescrib'd their ancient bounds;
She brings Astrea down to Earth again ;
And Quiet, brooding o'er his future reign.
Where jarring empires, ready to engage,
Nor trophies brought from battles won,
To the victorious monarch's name:
The plenitude of William's fame
Closing the volume of the finish'd age,
(Though noble, 'twas an iron page) Whose sovereign terrour forty nations dread,
A more delightful leaf expand, Enamour'd with a greater monarch's praise, Free from alarms, and fierce Bellona's rage: And passing half the Earth to his embrace : Bid the great Months begin their joyful round, She in his rule beholds his Volga's force,
By Flora some, and some by Ceres crown'd : O’er precipices with impetuous sway
Teach the glad Hours to scatter, as they fiy, Breaking, and, as he rolls his rapid course, Soft quiet, gentle love, and endless joy; Drowning, or bearing down, whatever meets his Lead forth the Years for peace and plenty fain'd, But her own king she likens to his Thames, [way. Frum Saturn's rule and better metal nam'd. With gentle course devolving fruitful streams; Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Secure by William's care let Britain stand; Swift without violence, without terrour great.
Nor dread the bold invader's hand : Each ardent nymph the rising current craves ; From adverse shores in safety let her hear Fach shepherd's prayer retards the parting waves; Foreign calamity, and distant war; The vales along the bank their sweets disclose ; Of which let her, great Heaven, no portion bear! Fresh flowers for ever rise, and fruitful harvest Detwixt the nations let her hold her scale, grows.
And, as she wills, let either part prevail:
Let her glad vallies smile with wavy corn; Yet whither would th' adventurous goddess go? Let fleecy flocks her rising hills adorn; Sees she not clouds, and earth, and main, below?
Around her coast let strong defence be spread; Minds she the dangers of the Lycian coast,
Let fair abundance on her breast be shed; And fields, where mad Bellerophon was lost?
And heavenly sweets bloom round the goddess' head! Or is her towering tlight reclaim'd By seas from Icarus's downfall nam'd ?
Where the white towers and ancient roofs did stand, Vain the call, and useless the advice :
Remains of Wolsey's or great Henry's hand, To wise persuasion deat, and human cries, To age now yielding, or devour'd by flame, Yet upward she incessant flies;
Let a young phenix raise her towering heard ; Resolv'd to reach the high einpyrean sphere, Her wings with lengthen'd honour let her spread; And tell great Jove, she sings his image here; And by her greatness show her builder's fame: To ask for Williain an Olympic crown,
August and open as the hero's mind, To Chromius' strength, and Theron's speed un Be her capacious courts design'd: Till, lost in trackless fields of shining day, [known: Let every sacred pillar bear Unable to discern the way,
Trophies of arms, and monuments of war. Which Nassau's virtue only could explore,
The king shall there in Parian marble breathe, Untouch'd, unknown, to any Muse before ; His shoulder bleeding fresh: and at his feet She, from the noble precipices thrown,
Disarm'd shall lie the threatening Death, Comes rushing with uncommou ruin down.
(For so was saving Jove's decree complete). Glorious attempt ! unhappy fate!
Behind, that angel shall be plac'd, whose shield The song too daring, and the theme too great! Sav'd Europe, in the blow repelld: Yet rather thus she wills to die,
On the firm basis, from his oozy bed, Than in continued annals live, to sing
Boyne shall raise his laurel'd head; A second hero, or a vulgar king;
And his immortal strcam be known, And with ignoble safety fly
Artfully waving through the wounded stone. In sight of Earth, along a middle sky.
And thou, imperial Windsor, stand enlarg'a, To Janus' altars, and the numerous throng
With all the monarch's trophies charg'd: That round his mystic temple press,
Thori, the fair Heaven, that dost the stars enclose, For William's life and Albion's peace,
Which Willian's bosom wcars, or hand bestows Ambitious Mase, reduce the roving song.
On the great champions who support his throne, Janus, cast thy forward eye
And virtues nearest to his own.
Round Ormond's knee thou ty'st the mystic string, And tender images of things to come:
That makes the knight companion to the king. Till, by thy high commands releas'd,
Trom glorious camps return'd, and foreign fielus, Till, by thy hand in proper atoms dress'd,
Bowing before thy sainted warrior's shrine, In decent order they advance to light;
Fast by his great forefather's coats, and shields Yet then too swiftly nect by human sight;
Blazon'd froin Bohun's or from Butler's line, And meditate too soon their everlasting flight.
He hangs his arms; nor fears those arms should
shine Nor beaks of ships in naval triumph borne, With an unequal ray; or that his deed Nor standards from the hostile ramparts torn, With paler glory should recedo,
Eclips'd by theirs, or lessen'd by the fame Thc hero's virtue does the string inspire,
When with big joy they strike the living lyre.
On William's fame their fate depends; Thou smiling seest great Dorset's worth confest,
With him the song begins, with him it ends. The ray distinguishing the patriot's breast;
From the bright effuence of his deed Born to protect and love, to help and please;
They borrow that reflected light, Sort reign of wit, and ornament of peace.
With which the lasting lamp they feed, 0! long as breath informs this fleeting frame,
Whose beams dispel the damps of envious night Ne'er let me pass in silence Dorset's name; Ne'er cease to mention the continued debt,
Through various climes, and to each distant pole, Which the great patron only would forget,
In happy tides let active cominerce roll: And duty, long as life, must study to acquit.
Let Britain's ships export an annual fleece,
Richer than Argos brought to ancient Greece: Renown'd in thy records shall Ca'ndish stand,
Returning loaden with the shining stores, Asserting legal power, and just command :
Which lie profuse on either India's shores. To the great house thy favour shall be shown,
As our high vessels pass their watery way, The father's star transmissive to the son.
Let all the naval world due homage pay: From thee the Talbots' and the Seymours' race With hasty reverence their top-honours lower, Infurin'd, their sire's immortal steps shall trace.
Confessing the asserted power, Happy, may their sons receive
To whoin by Fate 'twas given, with happy sway, The bright reward, which thou alone canst give.
To calm the earth, and vindicate the sea. And if a god these lucky numbers guide;
Our prayers are heard ; our master's fleets shall go : If sure Apollo o'er the verse preside;
As far as winds can bear, or waters flow, Jersey, belov'd by all (for all inust feel
New lan is to make, new Indias to explore, The influence of a form and mind,
In worlds unknown to plant Britannia's power;
Jersey shall at thy altars stand;
With humble joy, and with respectful fear,
The listening people shall his story hear, Familiar to the Villiers' name.
The wounds he bore, the dangers he sustain'd,
How far he conquer'd, and how well be rcigu’d; Scienee to raise, and knowledge to enlarge, Shall own his mercy equal to his fame, Be our great master's future charge ;
And form their children's accents to his name, To write his own menoirs, and leave his heirs Inquiring how, and when, froin Heaven he came. High schemes of government, and plans of wars; Their regal tyrants shall with blushes hide By fair rewards our noble youth to raise
Their little lusts of arbitrary pride, Tu emnulous merit, and to thirst of praise ;
Nor bear tu see their vassals tyd; To lead them out froin ease, ere opening dawn, Tihen William's virtues raise their opening thoughts Through the thick forest and the distant lawn, His forty years for public freedom fought, Where the fleet stag employs their ardent care, Europe by his hand sustain'd, And chases give them images of war;
His conquest by his piety restrain'd, To teach them vigilance by false alarms,
And v'cr himself the last great triumph gain'd. Inure them in feign'd camps to real arms;
No longer shall their wretched zeal adore Practise them now to curb the turning steed,
Ideas of destructive power, Mucking the foe; now to his rapid speed
Spirits that hurt, aud godheads that devour : To give the rein, and in the full career
Viw incense thiy shall bring, new altars raise, To draw the certain sword, or send the pointed spear. And till their temples with a stranger's praise ; Let himn unite his subjects hearts,
When the great father's character they find Planting socicties for peaceful arts;
Visibly stampt upon the hero's mind; Some that in Nature shall true knowlege found,
And own a present Deity confest, And by experiment make precept sound;
In valour that preserv'd, and power that blesto Some that to morals shall recal the age,
Through the large convex of the azure sky And purge from vicious dross the sinking stage; (For thither Naturc casts our coinmon eye) Suine that with care true eloquence shall teach, Fierce meteors shoot their arbitrary light, And to just idioins fix our doubtful speech; And comets march with lawless horrour bright; That from our writers distant rcalins may know These hear no rule, no righteous order own; The thanks we to our monarch owe;
Their intiuence dreaded as their ways unknown; And schools profess our tongue through every land, Thro' threaten'd lands they wild destruction throw, That bas invok'd his aid, or blest his hand. Till ardent prayer aserts the public woe.
But the bright orb that blesses all above, Let his high power the drooping Muses rear;
The sacred fire, the real son of Jove, The Muses only can reward his care :
Rules not his actions by capricious will; "Tis they that guard the great Atrides' spoils ; 'Tis they that still renew Ulysses' toils;
Nor by unguvern'd power declines to ill :
Fix'd by just laws, he goes for ever right:
Man knows his course, and thence adores his light To them, great William's glory to recal,
O Janus! would entreated Fate conspire Whca statues moulder, and when arches fall, To graut what Britain's wishes could roquire; Nor let the Muses, with ungrateful pride,
Above, that Sun should ocase his way to go, The sources of thcir treasure hide :
Ere William cease to rule, and bless below:
But a relentless Destiny
Say, what did all thy busy hopes avail,
That anxious thou from pole to pole didst sail,
What profited thy thoughts, and toils, and cares, If huinan prayers avail on minds above;.
In vigour more confirm'd, and riper years, Exert, great god! thy interest in the sky,
To wake, ere morning dawn, to loud alarms, Gáin each kind power, each guardian deity ;
And march till close of night in heavy arms; That, conquer'd by the public vow,
To scorn the sumner's suns and winter s snors, They bear the dismal mischief far away!
And search thro' every clime thy country's fuess 0! long as utmost nature may allow,
That thou might'st Fortune to thy side engage; Let then retari the threaten’d day!
That gentle Peace might quell Rellona's rage; Still be our master's life thy happy care:
And Anna's bounty crówn her soldier's boary age. Stiil let his blessings with bis years increase :
In vain we think that free-willid man has power To his laborious youth, consum’ıl in war,
To hasten or protract th' appointed hour. Add lasting age, adorn'd and crown'l with peace: Our term of life dep.nds not on our deed : Let tuisted olives bind thos· laurels fast,
Before our birth our funeral was decreed. Whose verdure must for ever last !
Nor aw'd by foresight, nor misled by chance,
Impérious Death directs his ebon lance; Long let this growing era bless his sway;
Peoples great Henry's tombs, and leads up Holben And let our sons his present rule obes:
dance. On his sure virtue long let Earth rely,
Alike must every state and every age And late let the imperial eagle fly,
Sustain the universal tyrant's rage: To bear the hero through his father's sky,
For neither Williarn's power, nor Mary's charms, To Leda's twins, or he whose glorious speed
Could or repel or pacify his arms. On foot prevail'al, or he who tam'd the steed;
Young Churchill fell, as life began to bloom ! To Hercules, at length absolv'd by Fate
And Bradford's trembling age expects the tomby Froin earthly toil, and above envy great;
Wisdom and Eloquence in vain would plead To Virgil's theme, bright Cytherea's son,
One moment's respite for the learned head : Sire of the Latian and the British throne :
Judges of writings and of men have dy'd; To all the radiant names above,
Macenas, Sackville, Socrates, and Ilyde: Rever'd by men, and dear to Jove;
And in their various turns the sons must tread Late, Janus, let the Nassau-star,
Those gloomy journies which their sires have led New-born, in rising majesty appear,
The ancient sage, who did so long maintain To triumplı over vanquish'd Night,
That bodies die, but souls return again, And guide the prosperous inariner
With all the births and deatbs he had in store, With everlasting beams of friendly light.
Went out Pythagoras, and came no inore.“
Some from the stranded vessel force their way; REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE. Fearful of fate, they meet it in the sea:
Some, who escape the fury of the wave, I sest for Radcliffe ; was so ill,
Sicken on earth, and sjuk into a grave: That other doctors gave me over:
In journies or at home, in war or peace, He felt my pulse, prescrib’d his pill,
By hardships many, many fall by ease. And I was likely to recover.
Each changing season does its poison bring : But, when the wit began to wheeze,
Rheums chill the winter, agues blast the spring: And wine had warm’d the politician,
Wet, dry, cold, bot, at the appointed hour, Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
All act subscrvient to the tyrant's power:
And; when obedient Nature knows his will,
For restless Proserpine for ever treads
And ou the spacious land, and liquid main,
Spreads slow disease, or darts afflictive pain!
On curst Piava's banks the goddess stood,
Show'd her dire warrant to the rising Flood;
When what I long must love, and long must moum, DROWNED IN THE RIVER PIĄVA, 1703.
With fatal speed was urging bis return,
In his dear country to disperse his care,
To chide his anxious friends' oflicious fears,
Oh! distin'd head! and, oh! severe decree !
Nor native country thou, nor friend, shalt see; Say, dearest Villiers, poor departed friend, Nor war hast thou to wage; nor year to come : (Since fleeting life thus suddenly must end) : lunpending deach is thine, and instant doom.
INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THE
A LETTER TO
OCCASIONED BY THE
Hark! the imperious goddess is obey'd ;
Mean time, amidst her native temples, sate, Winds murmur; snows descend; and waters spread. The goddess, studious of her Grecians' fate, "Oh! kinsinan, friend”—" Oh' vain are all the Taught them in laws and letters to excel, Of human voice,” strong Destiny replies: (cries In acting justly, and in writing well. "Weep, you on Earth; for he shall sleep below: Thus whilst she did her various power dispose, Thence none return, and thither all must go.” The world was freed fro:n tyrants, wars,
and woes: Who'er thou art, whom choice or business leads Virtue was taught in verse, and Athens' glory rose. To this said river, or the neighbouring meads; If thou may'st happen, on the dreary shores, To find the object which this verse depler's, Cleanse the pale corpse with a religious hand From the polluting weed and common sand; Lay the dead hero graceful in a grave,
MONSIEUR BOILEAU DESPREAUX;
VICTORY AT BLENHEIM, 1704.
-Cupidum, Pater optime, vires
Deficiunt: neque enim quivis horrentia pilis
Agmina, nec fractá pereuntes cuspide Gallos.
Hor. II. Sat. 1. From the dark urn shall throw thy des ind hour; When, yielding to the sentence, breathless thou
Sisce, hir’d for life, thy servile Muse must sing And pale shalt lie, as what thou buriest now;
Successive conquests, and a glorious king; May som Kind friend the piteons object see,
Must of a man iinmortal vainly boast, dud equal rites perform to that which onde was
And tring him laurels, whatsoe'er they cost:
What turn wilt thou employ, what colours lay
In which one English subject's prosperons hand
(So Jove did will, so Anna diel command) SPOKEN AT COURT, BEFORE THE QUEEN, ON HER
Broke the proud column of thy master's praise, MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, 1704.
Which sixty winters had conspir'd to raise ?
From the lost field a hundred standards brought Shise forth; ye planets, with distinguish'd light, Must be the work of Chance, and Fortune's fault: As when ye hallow'd first this happy night :
Bavaria's stars must be accus'd, which shone, Again transmit your friendly bears to Earth, That fatal day the nighty work was done, As when Britannia joy'l for Anna's birth.
With rays oblique upon the Gallie sun: And thou, propitious star, whose sacred power Soine demon, envying France, mislead the fight; Presided o'er the monarch's natal hour,
And Mars mistook, though Louis order'd right. Thy radiant voyages for ever run,
When thy young Muse invok'd the tuneful Nine, Yielding to none but Cynthia and the Sun;
To say how I ouis did not pass the Rhine; With thy fair aspect still illustrate Heaven; What work had we with Wageninghen, Arnheim, kindly preserve what thou hast greatly given: Places that could not be reduc'd to rhyme! Thy influence for thy Anna we implore:
And, though the poet made his last efforts, Prolong one life; and Britain asks no more. Wurts-who could mention in heroic-Varts) For virtue can no ampler power express,
Buit, tell me, badst thou reason to complain Than to be great in war, and good in peace: Of the rough triumphs of the last campaigns For thought no higher wish of bliss can frame, The Danube rescued, and the empire sav'd, Than to enjoy that virtne still the same.
Say, is the majesty of verse retriev'd? Entire and sure the monarch's rule must prove, And would it prejudice thy softer vein, Who founds her greatness on her subjects' love; To sing the princes, Louis and Engene? Who does our hoinage for our good require;
is it too hard in happy verse to place And orders that which we should first desire:
The Vans and Vanders of the Rhine and Maese? Our vanquish'd wills that pleasing force obey, Her warriors Anna sends from Tweed and Thames, Her goodness takes our liberty away,
That France may fall by more harmonious names And haughty Britain yields to arbitrary sway.
Canst thou not Hamilton or Lumley bear? Let the young Austrian then her terrours bear,
Would Ingoldsby or Palmes offend thy ear? Great as he is, her delegate in war:
And is there not a sound in Marlborough's name, Let him in thunder speak to both his Spains, Which thou and all thy brethren ought to claim, That in these dreadful isles a woman reigns :
Sacred to verse, and sure of endless fame? While the bright queen does on her subjects shower
Cutts is in metre something harsh to read; The gentle blessings of her softer power;
Place me the valiant Gouran in his stead: Gives sacred morals to a vicious age,
Let the intention make the number good: To temples zeal, and manners to the stage ;
Let generous Sylvius speak for honest Wood. Bids the chaste Muse without a blush appear;
And thorough Churchill scarce in verse will stands And wit be that which Heaven and she may hear.
So as to have one rhyme at his command; Minerva thus to Perseus lent her shield;
With ease the bard, reciting Blenheim's plain, Secure of conquest, sent him to the field :
May close the verse, remembering but the Dane The hero acted what the queen ordain'd; So was bis fame complete, and Andromede unchain'd.
En vain, pour te louer, &c. Ep. by