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And all the gilded images can stay,
Seç next, majestically great, Till Time's vast sea itself te roll'd away;
The founder of the Belgic state! O now assist with consecrated strains !
The Sun of glory, which so bright Let Art and Nature join to raise
Beam'd on all the darling line, A living monument of praise
Did, from its golden urn of light, O'er William's great remains.
On William's head redoubled shine; While Thames, inajestically sad, and slow,
His youthful looks diffus'd an awe. Seems by that reverend dome to tlow,
Charles, who had try'd the race before,
And knew great merits to explore,
He put in friendship's noble claim;
And there by early honours sought
Alliance with his future fame.
In chains unseen the bravest minds! That, from afar descending, flow'd
O love to worthy deeds, in all great souls the same! Through the rich veins of all the godlike race,
But time at last brought forth th' amazing day, And fair renown on all the godlike race bestow'd!
When Charles, resolv'd to disengage This ancient source of noble blood
From empire's toils bis weary age, Through thee, Germania, wandering wide,
Gave with each hand a crown away. Like thy own Rhine's enriching tide,
Philip, his haughty son, afraid In numerous branches long diffus'd its flood.
Of William's virtue's, basely chose Rhine, scarce more ancient,never grac'd thee more,
His father's favourite to depose'; Though mantlingvines his comely head surround,
His tyrant reign requir'd far other ajd; And all along his sunny shore
And Alva's fiery duke, his scourge of vengeance, rose; Eternal plenty 's found.
With fames of inquisition rose from flell, From Heaven itself the illustrious line began; Of slaughter proud, and insolent in blood. Ten ages in descent it ran,
Wbat hand can paint the scenes of tragic woes? In each descent increas'd with honours new.
What tongue, sad Belgia! can thy story tell, Never did Heaven's Supreme inspire
When with her lifted axe proud Murder stood, In mortal breasts a nobler fire,
And thy brave sons, in crowds unnurnber'd, fell! Nor his own image livelier drew.
The Sun, with horrour of the sight, Of pure ethereal flame their souls he made,
Withdraus his sickly beams, and shrouds And, as beneath his forming hands they grew,
His muffled face in sullen clouds,
Thus Belgia's Liberty expiring lay,
And almost gasp'd her generous life away,
Till Orange hears her moving cries;
He hcars, and, marching from afar,
Brings to her and the sprightly War.
At his approach, reviv'd with fresh supplies,
Of gather'd strength, she on her murderers flies Zeal for their country's good, and thirst of virtuous But Heaven, at first, resolv'd to try praise.”
By proofs adverse his constancy.
Four armies lost, two gallant brothers ? slain,
Will he the desperate war maintain?
Though rolling tempests darken all the sky,
And thunder breaks around his head,
Will he again the faithless sea explore,
And, oft driven back, still quit the shore?
He will his soul averse to dread,
Unwearied, still the spite of Fortune braves,
Superior, and serene, amidst the stormy waves. Thro' Lombardy he mark'd his conquer'd way, And made proud Rome and Naplesown his unresisted
Such was the man, so vast his mind! might.
The steady instrument of Fate, His gallant nephew next appcars,
To fix the basis of a rising state!
And fain would draw a shade, and fam
Would hide his destin'd end, nor tell
How hc-the dreaded foe of Spain,
More fear'd than thousands on the plain,
6 He was then in Germany. Adolphus the emperor, of the House of Nassau. ? The counts Lodowick and Henry. Renè of Nassau. Charles V.
8 Sævis tranquillus in undis, the prince's motta
By the vile hand of a bold ruffian fell.
As if he knew, he had not long to stay: No mort-th' ungrateful prospect let us leave! Such young Marcellus was, the hopeful grace And, in his room, behold arise,
Of ancient Rome, but quickly snatch'd away. Bright as th' immortal twins that grace the skies, Breda beheld th' adventurous boy, A noble pair', his absence to retrieve!
His tender limbs in shining armour dress'd, In these the hero's soul survives,
Where, with his father, the hot siege he press'd. And William doubly in his offspring lives.
His father saw, with pleasing joy, [press'd. Maurice, for martial greatness, far
His own reflected worth, and youthful charms ex
But, when his country breath'd from war's alarms, His father's glorious fame exceeds:
His martial virtues lay obscure; Henry alone can match his brother's deeds;
Nor could a warrior, form'd for arms,
Th’ inglorious rest endure;
But sicken'd soon, and sudden dy'd,
And left in tears his pregnant bride,
His bride, the daughter of Britannia's king; The tlying foe, or earlier conquests gain.
Nor saw th'auspicious pledge of nuptial love, For scarce sixteen revolving years he told,
Which from that happy marriage was to spring, When, eager for the fight, and bold,
But with his great fore-fathers gain'd a blissful seat Intiam'd by Glory's sprightly charms,
above. His brother brought him to the field; Taught his young hand the truncheon well to wield, Here pause, my Muse! and wind up higher And practis'd him betimes to arms.
The strings of thy Pindaric lyre!
Then with bold strains the lofty song pursue; let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought
And bid Britannia once again review
The numerous worthies of the line.
See, like immortals, how they shine!
Each life a history alone! How, ere the battle join'd, they strove
And last, to crown the great design, With emulous honour, and with mutual love;
Look forward, and behold them all in one' Hus Maurice, touch'd with tender care
Look, but spare thy fruitless tears Of Henry's safety, begg'd him to remove;
'Tis thy own William next appears. Henry refus'd his blooming youth to spare, but with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to proye
Advance, celestial form! let Britain see Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers share.
Th' accomplish'd glory of thy race in thee! () zeneruus strife! and worthy such a pair!
So, when some splendid triumph was to come, His dear did Albert this contention pay!
In long procession through the streets of Rome, Fitness the tloods of streaming gore;
The crowd beheld, with vast surprise, Witness the trampled heaps, that chok'd the plain, The glittering train in autul order move, And stopp'd the victors in their way;
'To the bright temple of Feretrian Jove, [eyes: Witness the neighbouring sea, and sandy shore, And trophies borne along employ'd their dazzled Drunk with the purple life of twice three thousand But when the laureld emperor, mounted high slain!
Above the rest, appear'd to sight,
In his proud car of victory, Furtune, that on her wheel capricious stands,
Shining with rays excessive bright, And waves her painted wings, inconstant, proud,
He put the long preceding pomp to flight; liood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands
Their wonder conld no bigher rise,
With joy they throng his chariot wheels, and rend Restless of place, and still prepar'd for flight,
with shouts the skies. Was constant here, and seem'd restor'd to sight: Won by their merit, and resolv'd to bless
To thee, great prince! to thy extensire mind, The happy brothers with a long successo
Not by thy country's narrow bounds confin'd, Maurice, the first resign'd to fate:
The Fates an ample scene afford; The youngest had a longer date,
And injur'd nations claim the succour of thy sword. And lived the space appointed to complete
No respite to thy tojis is given, The great republic, rais'd so high before;
Till thou ascend thy native Heaven: Finish'd by him, the stately fabric bore
One Hy«Ira-head cut off, still more abound, Its lofty top aspiring to the sky:
And twins sprout up to fill the wound. in vain the winds and rains around it beat;
So endless is the task that heroes tind Io rain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, To tame the monster Vice, and to reform mankind. They dash themselves, and break, and backward fly, For this, Alcides heretofore, Dispers'd and murmuring at his feet.
And mighty Theseus, travell'd o'er Insulting Spain the fruitless strife gives o'er,
Vast tracts of sea and land, and slew And claims dominion there no more.
Wild beasts and serpents gorg'd with human prey : Then Henry, ripe for immortality,
From stony dens fierce lurking robbers drew, His fiigbí to Heaven eternal springs, (wings. And bid the cheerful traveller pass on his peaceful And, o'er his quiet grave, Peace spreads her downy way.
Yet, though the toilsome work they lone pursue, His son, a second William, fills his place,
To rid the world's wild pathless tietol, and climbs to manhood with so swift a pace,
Still poisonous weeds and thorns in clusters gre*,
And large unwholesome crops did yield, 9 Maurice and Henry.
To exercise their hands with labours ever nch, VOL X
Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,
Had not Britannia's chief withstood
The threaten'd deluge, and repellid,
And in his hand the scales of balanc'd kingdoms held. In speckled wreaths of Death they strove, Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee, The mighty babe to bind:
Whose faithful soul, from private interest free, And twisted Faction, in thy infancy,
(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.
O'er all its passions sat exalted high, But, as Jove's offspring slew his hissing foes; As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, So thou, descended from a line
And sees the moving clouds at distance Ay below. Of patriots no less divine, Didst quench the brutal rage of those,
Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Who durst thy dawning worth oppose.
Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed Great Edward and his glorious son! Its yellow juice, and at thy feet lay dead.
Will own themselves in thee outdone, Thus, like the Sun, did thy great Genius rise,
Though Crecy's desperate fight eternal honours won. With clouds around his sacred head,
Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispell’d the dropping mists, and gilded all A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.
And Agincourt has rais’d his lofty name;
Yet the loud voice of ever-living Fame
But, though no chief contends with thee,
On thy immortal memory;
Whether Seneff's amazing field Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage,
To celebrated Mons shall yield; And bravely fighting for thy country's liberty; Or both give place to more amazing Boyne; While he inglorious laurels sought,
Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest And not to save his country fought;
outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!
While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,
And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,
Amazd, he'll show his fellows of the plain, Enrag'd, he spurn'd at her command,
The reliques of victorious years; Hurl'dat her breast the impious steel, and bath'd it in And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did re
Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory, (gain.
With wonder too repeats thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,
How oft the foes thy lifted sword have scen Thy standard still the public good :
In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:
At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,
As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,
How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)
And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resign'd;
Confederate princes us'd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,
“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before:
And spread the joyful summons round! 'Twas more than Philip's son could do,
Call Britain's king, and Victory!” When for new worlds the madman cry'd;
So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd
In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,
Upon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.
That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,
The Grecian chiefs, of mighty faine,
Impatient for the son of Thetis wait :
At last the son of Thetis camne; In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind, And make the world, enslav'd, his vicious will obey! Troy shook her nodding towers, and mourn’d th' iz How has this fiend, Ambition, long defac'd
pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste !
O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,
Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,
Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,
How short has thy mild empire been! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?
When pregnant Time brought forth this new-ban Scarce are their silent ruins found;
At first we saw thee gently smile ( (ar But, in th’ ensuing age,
On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile Trampled into common ground,
Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Edward III. and the Black Prince.
ODE THE THIRD.
OX THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
But soon the lion wak'd again, (mane.
ANACREON. And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his grisly
Soon was the year of triumphs past;
And Janus, ushering in a new,
Ar dead of night, when mortals lose
I heard a knocking at my door:
“ Who's that,” said
“ at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar. Disturbs my rest ?”—It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its bero can no longer spare,
And thus in mournful tone reply'd : To mix in our tumultuous broils below;
“A poor unhappy child am I,
That's come to beg your charity;
Pray let me in ! - You need not fear;
I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
But, wet and cold, crave shelter here;
Betray'd by night, and led astray,
I've lost-alas! I've lost my way.”
Mov'd with this little tale of fate,
(low. I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins
When seel a naked boy before
The threshold; at his back he wore
A pair of wings, and by his side
A crooked bow and quiver ty’d.
“ Come to the fire, and do not cry!”
Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.
Whether the rain has spoiled my bow;
Let's try”-then shot me with a dart.
The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart,
As if a bee had stung my heart.
Are these your thanks, ungrateful child,
Are these your thanks?”—Th’impostor smild: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !
“ Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.
“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;.
But what a wretch I've made of thee !"
Young as that god, so sweet a grace,
Such blooming fragrance in thy face;
PYRAMUS AND THISBE.
FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF Ovid's METAMORPHOSES.
By fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky,
Adjoining houses held the lovely pair.
His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;
Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hash'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar; Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.
An early promise of the love t'ensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;
Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.
The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; Sæ, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!
But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,
To check the joy; they could not check the love. For the new guest's arrival stay,
Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.
The more conceal’d, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,
Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Seats of eternal harmony and love;
And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.
Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, beCease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn:
tween Your Damon never will return,
Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen,
For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
And in soft wbispers soon the passage try'd. * Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her Safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day majesty's woronation medals.
A thousand amorous blandishments convey;
THE STORY OF
And often, as they stood on either side,
As when, a conduit broke, the streams shoot highe To catch by turns the flitting voice, they cry'd, Starting in sudden fountains through the sky, “ Why, envious Wall, ah! why dost thou destroy So spouts the living stream, and sprinkled o'er The lovers' hopes, and why forbid the joy?
The tree's fair berries with a crimson gore, How should we bless thee, would'st thou yield to While, sapp'd in purple foods, the conscious root charms,
Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit. And, opening, let us rush into each other's arms! The fair, who fear'd to disappoint her love, At least, if that's too much, afford a space
Yet trembling with the fright, forsook the grove,
Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate.
Nor doubted long; for now her eyes beheld
It was her lover weltering on the ground, Their grief, and last this bold design propose; She beat her lovely breast, and tore her hair, That, in the dead of night, both would deceive Clasp'd the dear corpse, and, frantic in despair, Their keepers, and the house and city leave; Kiss'd his cold face, supply'd a briny flood And lest, escap'd, without the walls they stray To the wide wound, and mingled tears with blood. In pathless fields, and wander from the way,
Say, Pyramus, oh say, what chance severe At Ninus' tomb their meeting they agree,
Has snatch'd thee from my arms? Beneath the shady covert of the tree;
'Tis thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!” The tree, well-known, near a cool fountain grew, At Thisbe's name he lifts his dying eyes, And bore fair mulberries of snowy hue.
And, having seen her, clos'd them up, and dies. The prospect pleas'd; the Sun's unwelcome light But when she knew the bloody veil, and spy'd (That slowly seem'd to move, and slack his flight) The ivory scabbard empty by his side, Sunk in the seas; from the same seas arose the sable “ Ah, wretched youth,” said she, “by love betray'da! night;
Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade. When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair Weak as I am, I boast as strong a love; Unlock'd the door, and gain'd the open air; For such a deed, this hand as bold shall prove. Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went, I'll follow thee to death; the world shall call Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monument. Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall; Then sat beneath th’appointed trce alone;
And ev'n in death, which could alone disjoin But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Our persons, yet in death thou shalt be mine. She sat not long, before from far she spy'd
But hear, in both our names, this dying prayer, A lioness approach the fountain-side ;
Ye wretched parents of a wretched pair! Fierce was her glare, her foamy paws in blood Let in one urn our ashes be confin'd, Of slaughter'd bulls besmear'd, and foul with food; Whom mutual love and the same fate have join'd. For, reeking from the prey, the savage came, And thou, fair Tree, beneath whose friendly sbade To drown her thirst within the neighbouring stream. One lifeless lorer is already laid, Affrighted Thisbe, trembling at the sight,
And soon shall corer two; for ever wear Fled to a darksome den, but in her flight
Death's sable bue, and purple berries bear!” Her veil dropp'd off behind. Deep of the flood She said, and plunges in her breast the sword, The monster drank, and, satiate, to the wood
and reeking from its slaughter'd lord. Returning, found the garment as it lay,
Relenting Heaven allows her last request,
The fruit, when ripe, a purple dve retains ;
TILE TRIUMPH OF LOVE. 'Twas I that slew thee, I th' appointment made;
IN IMITATION OF OVID, AMORUM LIB. L ELEG.
me, some god, whence does this change arise; Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !
Why gentle Sleep forsakes my weary eyes? Tear my devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,
Why, turning often, all the tedious night And gorge your famine in my open'd side!
In pain I lie, and watch the springing light?-But cowards call for death!"-Thus having spoke, What cruel dernon haunts my tortur'd mind ? The fatal garinent from the ground he took, Sure, if 'twere Love, I should th’invader find; And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,
Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy, And bath'd in flowing tears the well-known vest : With silent arts ingenious to destroy. “ Now take a second stain," the lover said,
Alas! 'tis so'tis fix'd the secret dart; While from his side he snatch'd his sharpen'd blade, I feel the tyrant ravaging my heart. And drove it in his groin; then from the wound Then, shall I yield? or th' infant flame oppose ! Withdrew the steel, and, staggering, fell to ground: | 1 yieid !--Resistance would increase my woes :