And fpecious guife of war. Calls Aurengzebe to arms. No cities fack'd, No mother's tears, no helpless orphan's cries, No violated leagues, with fharp remorfe Shall fting the confcious victor, but mankind Shall hail him good and just : for 'tis on beasts He draws his vengeful fword; on beafts of prey, Full-fed with human gore. See, fee, he comes! Imperial Delhi, op'ning wide her gates, Pours out her thronging legions, bright in arms And all the pomp of war. Before them found Clarions and trumpets, breathing martial airs And bold defiance. High upon his throne, Borne on the back of his proud elephant, Sits the great chief of Timur's glorious race; Sublime he fits amid the radiant blaze Of gems and gold. Omrahs about him crowd, And rein th' Arabian steed, and watch his nod, And potent rajahs, who themfelves prefide O'er realms of wide extent; but here fubmifs Their homage pay, alternate kings and flaves! Next thefe, with prving eunuchs girt around, The fair fultanas of his court; a troop Of chofen beauties, but with care conceal'd From each intrufive eye; one look is death. Ah! cruel eastern law! (had kings a pow'r But equal to their wild tyrannic will) To rob us of the fun's all-cheering ray Were lefs fevere. The vulgar clofe the march, Slaves and artificers; and Delhi mourns Her empty and depopulated streets. Now at the camp arriv'd, with fstern review Thro' groves of spears from file to ale he darts His fharp experienc'd eve, their order marks, Each in his ftation rang'd, exact and firm, Till in the boundless line his fight is loft. Not greater multitudes in arms appear'd On thefe extended plains, when Ammon's fon With mighty Porus in dread battle join'd, The vaffal world the prize; nor was that hoft More numerous of old which the Great King" Pour'd out on Greece from all th' unpeopled Eaft, That bridg'd the Hellefpont from fhore to fhore, And drank the rivers dry. Meanwhile in troops The bufy hunter-train mark out the ground, A wide circumference, full many a league In compafs round; woods, rivers, hills, and plains, Large provinces, enough to gratify Ambition's higheft aim, could reafon bound Man's erring will. Now fit in close divan The mighty chiefs of this prodigious hoft; He from the throne high-eminent prefides, Gives out his mandates proud, laws of the chace, From ancient records drawn. With rev'rence low,. And proftrate at his feet, the chiefs receive His irreversible decrees, from which To vary is to die. Then his brave bands Each to his ftation leads, encamping round Till the wide circle is completely form'd. Where decent order reigns, what thefe command Thofe execute with speed and punctual care, In all the stricteft difcipline of war, As if some watchful foe, with bold insult, Hung low ring o'er their camp. The high refolve
That flies on wings thro' all th' encircling line Each motion fteers, and animates the whole, So, by the fun's attractive pow'r controll'd, The planets in their fpheres roll round his orb; On all he fhines, and rules the great machine.
Ere yet the morn difpels the fleeting mists, ¡ The fignal given by the loud trumpet's voice, Now high in air th' imperial ftandard waves, Emblazon'd rich with gold and glitt'ring gems, And like a fheet of fire thro' the dun gloom Streaming meteorous. The foldiers fhouts, And all the brazen inftruments of war, With mutual clamour and united dia Fill the large concave, while from camp to camp They catch the varied founds, floating in air. Round all the wide circumference tigers fell Shrink at the noife; deep in his gloomy den The lion ftarts, and morfels yet unchew'd Drop from his trembling jaws. Now all at once Onward they march embattled, to the found Of martial harmony; fifes, cornets, drums, That roufe the fleepy foul to arms and bold Heroic deeds. In parties here and there, Detach'd o'er hill and dale, the hunters range Inquifitive; strong dogs, that match in fight The boldeft brute, around their mafters wait, A faithful guard. No haunt unfearch'd, they drive From ev'ry covert, and from ev'ry den, The lurking favages. Inceffant fhouts Re-ccho thro' the woods, and kindling fires Gleam from the mountain tops: the foreft feems One mingling blaze: like flocks of sheep they fly Before the flaming brand: fierce lions, pards, Boars, tigers, bears, and wolves; a dreadful crew Of grim blood-thirfty foes! Growling along They ftalk indignant, but fierce vengeance ftill Hangs pealing on their rear, and pointed spears Prefent immediate death. Scon as the night, Wrapp'd in her fable veil, forbids the chace, They pitch their tents in even ranks around The circling camp. The guards are plac'd, and At proper diftances afcending rife, [fires And paint th' horizon with their ruddy light. So round fome ifland's fhore of large extent, Amid the gloomy horrors of the night, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide, Appears a bulwark of furrounding fire.
What dreadful howlings and what hideous roar Difturb thofe peaceful fhades! where erft the bird That glads the night had cheer'd the lift'ning groves
With fweet complainings. Thro' the filent gloom Oft they the guards affail; as oft repell'd They fly reluctant, with hot-boiling age Stung to the quick, and mad with wild defpair Thus, day by day, they ftill the chace renew, At night encamp; till now in ftraiter bounds The circle leffens, and the beafts perceive The wall that hems them in on ev'ry fide. And now their fury burfts, and knows no inean; From man they turn,and point their ill-judg'drage Against their fellow brutes. With teeth and claws The civil war begins; grappling they tear;
Lions on tigers prey, and bears on wolves; Horrible difcord! till the crowd behind Shouting purfue, and part the bloody fray. At once their wrath fubfides; tame as the lamb The lion hangs his head; the furious pard, Cow'd and fubducd, flies from the face of man, Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye. So abject is a tyrant in diftrefs!
At laft, within the narrow plain confin'd, A lifted field, mark'd out for bloody deeds, An amphitheatre more glorious far [heaps, Than ancient Rome could boaft, they crowd in Difmay'd, and quite appall'd. In meet array Sheath'd in refulgent arms, a noble band Advance; great lords of high imperial blood, Early refolv'd t' affert their royal race, And prove by glorious deeds their valour's growth Mature, ere yet the callow down has spread Its curling fhade. On bold Arabian steeds
With decont pride they fit, that fearlefs hear The lion's dreadful roar; and down the rock Swift shooting plunge, oro'er the mountain's ridge Stretching along, the greedy tiger leave Panting behind. On foot their faithful flaves With jav'lins arm'd attend; cach watchful eye Fix'd on his youthful care, for him alone He fears; and, to redeem his life, unmov'd
Infpires with felf-preferving wiles, beneath The bodies of the flain for fhelter creep, Aghaft they fly, or hide their heads difpers'd. And now perchance (had Heaven but pleas'd)
Of death had been complete, and Aurengzebe By one dread frown extinguish'd half their race; When, lo! the bright fultanas of his court Appear, and to his ravish'd eyes display Thofe charms but rarely to the day reveal'd.
The vanquish'd hoft. What mortal can deny Lowly they bend, and humbly fue to fave When fuppliant Beauty begs! At his command, Op'ning to right and left, the well-train'd troops Leave a large void for their retreating foes: To feck on diftant hills their late abodes. Away they fly, on wings of fear upborne,
Ye proud oppreffors! whose vain hearts exult In wantonnefs of pow'r 'gainst the brute race, Fierce robbers like yourselves, a guiltless war Wage uncontroll'd: here quench your thirst of blood;
But learn from Aurengzebe to spare mankind.
THE ARGUMENT.
Would lofe his own. The mighty Aurengzebe From his high-elevated throne beholds His blooming race, revolving in his mind What once he was, in his gay fpring of life, When vigour ftrung his nerves. Parental joy Melts in his eyes, and fluthes in his checks. Now the loud trumpet founds a charge. The fhouts Of eager hofts thro' all the circling line, And the wild howlings of the beafts within, Rend the welkin; the flights of arrows wing'd With death, and javlins launch'd from every arm, Gall fore the brutal bands, with many a wound Gor'd thro' and thro'. Defpair at laft prevails, When fainting nature fhrinks, and roufes all Their drooping courage. Swell'd with furiousIN Albion's ifle when glorious Edgar reign'd,
Of king Edgar, and his impofing a tribute of wolves beads upon the kings of Wales: from bence a tranfition to fox-hunting, which is de- fcribed in all its parts. Cenfure of an over- numerous pack. Of the feveral engines to de- froy foxes and other wild beafs. The feel- trap defcribed, and the manner of using it. Defcription of the pitfall for the lion, and ano- ther for the elephant. The ancient way of bunt- ing the tiger with a mirror. The Arabian man- ner of hunting the wild boar. Defcription of the royal flag chace at Windfor Foreft. Concludes with an address to his Majefty, and an eulogz upon mercy.
Their eyes dart fire, and on the youthful band They ruth implacable. They their broad fhields Quick interpole; on each devoted head Their flaming faulchions, as the bolts of Jove, Defcend unerring. Proftrate on the ground The grinning monfters lie, and their foul gore Defiles the verdant plain. Nor idle ftand The trufty flaves; with pointed fpears they pierce Thro' their tough hides, or at their gaping mouths An cafier paffage find. The king of brutes In broken roarings breathes his laft; the bear Grumbles in death; nor can his fpotted fkin, Tho' fleck it fhine, with varied beauties gay, Save the proud pard from unrelenting fate. The battle bleeds; grim Slaughter ftrides along, Glutting her greedy jaws, grins o'er her prey. Men, horfes, dogs, fierce beafts of ev'ry kind, Aftrange promifcucus carnage, drench'd in blood, And heaps on heaps amafs'd. What yet remain Alive, with rain affault contend to break Thumpenetrable line. Others, whom fear
He, wifely provident, from her white cliffs Launch'dhalf her forefts, and with num'rousfleets Cover'd his wide domain; there proudly rode Lord of the deep, the great prerogative Of British monarchs: each invader bold, Dane and Norwegian, at a diftance gaz'd, And, difappointed, gnafh'd his teeth in vain. He fcour'd the feas, and to remoteft fhores · With fwelling fails the trembling corfair fled. Rich commerce flourish'd, and with bufy oars Dafh 'dthe refounding furge. Nor lefs at land His royal cares; wife, potent, gracious Prince! His fubjects from their cruel foes he fav'd, And from rapacious favages their flocks. Cambria's proud kings (tho' with reluctance)paid Their tributary wolves, head after head, In full account; till the woods yield no more, And all the rav'nous race extinct is loft. In fertile paftures more fecurely graz'd The focial troops, and foon their large increase With curling fleeces whiten'd all the plains. But yet, alas! the wily fox remain'd,
A fubtle, pilf'ring foe, prowling around In midnight fhades, and wakeful to destroy. In the full fold the poor defencelefs lamb, Seiz'd by his guileful arts, with fweet warm blood Supplies a rich repaft. The mournful ewe, Her deareft treasure loft, thro' the dun night Wanders perplex'd, and darkling bleats in vain; While in th' adjacent bufh poor Philomel (Herself a parent once, till wanton churls Defpoil'd her neft) joins in her loud laments With fweeter notes and more melodious woe.
For thefe nocturnal thieves, huntsman, prepare Thy fharpeft vengeance. Oh! how glorious 'tis To right th' oppress'd, and bring the felon vile To juft difgrace! Ere yet the morning peep, Or ftars retire from the firft blush of day, With thy far-echoing voice alarm thy pack, And roufe thy bold compeers; then to the copfe, Thick with entangling grafs or prickly furze, With filence lead thy many-colour'd hounds, In all their beauty's pride. See! how they range Difpers'd, how bufily this way and that They crofs, examining with curious nofe Each likely haunt. Hark! on the drag I hear Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry More nobly full, and fwell'd with ev'ry mouth. As ftraggling armies at the trumpet's voice Prefs to their standard, hither all repair, And hurry thro' the woods with hafty step, Ruftling, and full of hope; now driven on heaps They push, they strive; while from his kennel fneaks
The confcious villain. See! he fculks along Sleek at the fhepherd's coft, and plump with meals Purloin'd: fo thrive the wicked here below. Tho' high his brush he bears, tho' tipt with white It gaily thine, yet ere the fun declin'd Recal the fhades of night, the pamper'd rogue Shall rue his fate revers'd, and at his heels Behold the juft avenger, fwift to feize His forfeit head, and thirsting for his blood. Heavens! what melodious ftrains! how beat our hearts,
Big with tumultuous joy! the loaded gales Breathe harmony; and as the tempeft drives From wood to wood, thro' ev'ry dark recefs The foreft thunders, and the mountains shake. The chorus fwells; lefs various and lefs fweet The trilling notes, when in thofe very groves The feather'd chorifters falute the spring, And ev'ry bufh in concert joins; or when The mafter's hand, in modulated air, Bids the loud organ breathe, and all the pow'rs Of mufic in one inftrument combine, An univerfal minstrelfy. And now
In vain each earth he tries; the doors are barr'd Impregnable; nor is the covert fafe : He pants for purer air. Hark! what loud fhouts Re-echo thro' the groves! he breaks away: Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each ftraggling hound
Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack. 'Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths! Now give a loofe to the clean gen'rous fteed; Flourish the whip, nor fpare the galling fpur;
But in the madness of delight forget Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, And dangerous our courfe; but in the brave True courage never fails. In vain the ftream In foaming eddies whirls; in vain the ditch, Wide-gaping, threatens death. The craggy fteep, Where the poor dizzy fhepherd crawls with care, And clings to ev'ry twig, gives us no pain, But down we sweep, as ftoops the falcon bold To pounce his prey: then up th' opponent hill, By the fwift motion flung, we mount aloft. So fhips in winter-feas now fliding fink Adown the fteepy wave; then, toft on high, Ride on the billows, and defy the ftorm. [chace What lengths we pafs! where will the wand'ring Lead us bewilder'd! finooth as fwallows fkim The new-fhorn mead, and far more fwift we fly. See my brave pack! how to the head they prefs, Joftling in close array, then more diffufe Obliquely wheel; while from their op'ning mouths The vellied thunder breaks. So when the cranes Their annual voyage fteer, with wanton wing Their figure oft they change, and their loud clang From cloud to cloud rebounds. How far behind The hunter crew, wide ftraggling o'er the plain! The panting courfer now with trembling nerves Begins to reel; urg'd by the goring fpur Makes many a faint effort: he fnorts, he foams; The big round drops run trickling down his fides, With fweat and blood diftain'd. Look back and The ftrange confufion of the vale below, [view Where fore vexation reigns: fee yon poor jade; In vain th' impatient rider frets and fwears, And galling fpurs harrow his mangled fides; He can no more: his ftiff unpliant limbs Rooted in earth, unmov'd and fix'd he stands; For ev'ry cruel curfe returns a groan, And fobs, and faints, and dies! Who without grief Can view that pamper'd steed, his master's joy, His minion, and his daily care, well cloth'd, Well fed with ev'ry nicer cate; no cost, No labour fpar'd; who, when the flying chace Broke from the copfe, without a rival led The num'rous train; now a fad fpectacle Of pride brought low, and humbled infolence, Drove like a pannier'd afs, and fcourg'd along! While thefe, with loofen'd reins and dangling heels Hang on their reeling palfreys, that fearce bear Their weights; another in the treach'rous bog Lies flound'ring, half ingulph'd. What biting thoughts
Torment th abandon'd crew! Old Age laments His vigour spent: the tall, plump, brawny yo th Curfes his cumbrous bulk, and envies now The fhort pygmean race he whilom kenn'd With proud infulting leer. A chofen few Alone the fport enjoy, nor droop beneath Their pleafing toils. Here, huntfman! from this Obferve yon birds of prey; if I can judge, [height 'Tis there the villain lurks: they hover round, And claim him as their own. Was I not right? See there he creeps along; his brush he drags, And fweeps the mire impure: from his wide jaws His tongue unmoiften'd hangs ; fymptoms too fure Of fudden death.. Ha! yet he flics, nor yields
To black defpair. But one loofe more, and all His wiles are vain. Hark! thro' yon village now The rattling clamour rings. The barns, the cots, And leaflefs elms, return the joyous founds. Thro' ev'ry homeftall, and thro' ev'ry yard, His midnight walks, panting, forlorn he flies; Thro' ev'ry hole he fneaks, thro' ev'ry jakes Plunging, he wades befiear'd, and fondly hopes In a fuperior stench to lofe his own:
But, faithful to the track, th' unerring hounds With peals of echoing vengeance close pursue: And now diftrefs'd, no fhelt'ring covert near, Into the hen-rooft creeps, whofe walls with gore Diftain'd atteft his guilt. There, villain! there Expect thy fate deferv'd. And foon from thence The pack, inquifitive, with clamour loud, Drag out their trembling prize, and on his blood With greedy transport feaft. In boider notes Each founding horn proclaims the felon dead, And all th' affembled village thouts for joy. The farmer, who beholds his mortal foe Stretch'd at his feet, applauds the glorious deed, And grateful calls us to a thort repast : In the full glafs the liquid amber fmiles, Our native product; and his good old mate With choiceft viands heaps the liberal board, To crown our triumphs and reward our toi's. Here must th' inftructive Mufe (but with refpect) Cenfure that num'rous pack, that crowd of ftate, With which the vain profufion of the great Covers the lawn, and shakes the trembling copfe. Pompous incumbrance! a magnificence Ufelcfs, vexatious! for the wily fox, Safe in th' increafing number of his foes, Kens well the great advantage; flinks behind, And flily creeps thro' the fame beaten track, And hunts them ftep by step; then views, efcap'd, With inward ecftafy, the panting throng In their own footsteps puzzled, foil'd, and lost. So when proud Eastern kings fummon to arms Their gaudy legions, from far diftant climes They flock in crowds, unpeopling half a world; But when the day of battle calls them forth To charge the well-train'd foc, a band compact, Of cholen veterans, they prefs blindly on, In heaps confus'd, by their own weapons fall, A finoking carnage fcatter'd o'er the plain.
Nor hounds alone this noxious brood destroy; The plunder'd warrener full many a wile Deviles to entrap his greedy foe,
Fat with nocturnal spoils. At close of day With filence drags his trail; then, from the ground Pares thin the clofe-graz'd turf; there with nice
Covers the latent death, with curious fprings Prepar'd to fly at once, whene'er the tread Of man or beaft unwarily thall prefs The yielding furface. By the indented fteel With gripe tenacious held the felon grins, And fruggles, but in vain: yet oft 'tis known, When ev'ry art has fail'd, the captive fox Has fhar'd the wounded joint, and with a limb Compounded for his life. But if perchance In the deep pitfall p'ung'd, there's no efcape, But unrepriev'd he dies; and, bleach'd in air,
The jeft of clowns, his reeking carcafe hangs. Of thefe are various kinds: not even the king Of brutes evades this deep-devouring grave; But by the wily African betray'd, Heedlefs of fate, within its gaping jaws Expires indignant. When the orient beam With blufhes paints the dawn, and all the race Carnivorous, with blood full gorg'd, retire Into their darkfome cells, there fatiate fnore O'er dripping offals, and the mangled limbs Of men and beafts, the painful forefter Climbs the high hills, whofe proud aspiring tops, With the tall cedar crown'd and taper fir, Affail the clouds; there, 'mong the craggy rocks And thickets intricate, trembling he views His footsteps in the fand, the difmal road And avenue to death. Hither he calls His watchful bands, and low into the ground A pit they fink, full many a fathom deep; Then in the midst a column high is rear'd, The butt of fome fair tree, upon whofe top A lamb is plac'd, juft ravish'd from his dam; And next a wall they build, with stones and earth Encircling round, and hiding from all view The dreadful precipice. Now when the shades Of night hang low'ring o'er the mountain's brow, And hunger keen, and pungent thirst of blood, Roufe up the flothful beaft, he shakes his fides, Slow-rifing from his lair, and ftretches wide His rav'nous paws, with recent gore diftain'd. The forest trembles as he roars aloud, Impatient to destroy. O'erjoy'd he hears The bleating innocent, that claims in vain The fhepherd's care, and fecks with piteous moan The foodful teat; himself, alas! defign'd Another's meal. For now the greedy brute Winds him from far, and leaping o'er the mound To feize his trembling prey, headlong is plung'd Into the deep abyss. Prostrate he lies, Aftunn'd and impotent. Ah! what avail Thine eyeballs flashing fire, thy length of tail That lathes thy broad fides, thy jaws befmear'd With blood and offals crude, thy fhaggy mane The terror of the woods, thy ftately port, And bulk enormous, fince by ftratagem Thy ftrength is foil'd? Unequal is the ftrife, When fov'reign reafon combats brutal rage.
On diftant Ethiopia's fun-burnt coafts The black inhabitants a pitfall frame, But of a diff'rent kind, and diff'rent ufe. With flender poles the wide capacious mouth, And hurdles flight, they clofe; o'er thefe is spread A floor of verdant turf, with all its flow'rs Smiling delufive, and from ftricteft search Concealing the deep grave that yawns below. Then boughs of trees they cut, with tempting fruit Of various kinds furcharg'd! the downy peach, The cluft ring vine, and of bright golden rind The fragrant orange. Soon as evening grey Advances flow, befprinkling all around With kind refreshing dews the thirty glebe, The ftately elephant from the clofe thade With ftep majestic ftrides, eager to tafte The cooler breeze, that from the fea-beat shore Delightful breathes, or in the limpid ftream
To lave his panting fides; joyous he scents The rich repaft, unweeting of the death That lurks within. And foon he fporting breaks The brittle boughs, and greedily devours The fruit delicious. Ah! too dearly bought; The price is life. For now the treach rous turf, Trembling, gives way; and the unwieldy beaft, Self-finking, drops into the dark profound. So when dilated vapours ftruggling heave Th'incumbentearth,if chance the cavern'd ground Shrinking fubfide, and the thin furface yield, Down finks at once the pond'rous dome, ingulph'd With all its tow'rs. Subtle, delufive Man! How various are thy wiles! artful to kill Thy favage foes, a dull unthinking race! Fierce from his lair fprings forth the fpeckled pard, Thirsting for blood, and eager to destroy; The huntfman flies, but to his flight alone Confides not at convenient diftance fix'd, A polish'd mirror stops in full career The furious brute: he there his image views; Spots against spots with rage improving glow ! Another pard his briftly whiskers curls, Grins as he grins, fierce-menacing, and wide Diftends his op'ning jaws; himself against Himfelf oppos'd, and with dread vengeance arm'd. The huntfman, now fecure, with fatal aim Directs the pointed fpear, by which transfix'd He dies, and with him dies the rival fhade. Thus man innum'rous engines form'd t'affail The favage kind; but most the docile horse, Swift, and confederate with man, annoys His brethren of the plains; without whofe aid The hunter's arts were vain, unfkill'd to wage With the more active brutes an equal war; But, borne by him, without the well-train'd pack Man dares his foe, on wings of wind fecure.
Him the fierce Arab mounts, and with his troop Of bold compeers ranges the defarts wild, Where by the magnet's aid the traveller Steers his untrodden course, yet oft on land Is wreck'd, in the high-rolling waves of fand Immers'd and loft; while thefe intrepid bands, Safe in their horfes speed, outfly the storm, And, fcouring round, make men and beafts their The grifly boar is fingled from his herd, [prey. As large as that in Erimanthean woods, A match for Hercules. Round him they fly In circles wide, and each in paffing fends His feather'd death into his brawny fides; But perilous th' attempt; for if the steed Haply too near approach, or the loose carth His footing fail, the watchful angry beaft Th' advantage fpies, and at one fidelong glance Wounded, he rears aloft; Rips up groin. And, plunging, from his back the rider hurls Precipitant; then, bleeding, fpurns the ground, And drags his recking entrails o'er the plain. Meanwhile the furly monfter trots along, But with unequal fpeed; for ftill they wound, Swift-wheeling in the fpacious ring. A wood Of darts upon his back he bears; adown His tortur'd fides the crimson torrents roll From many a gaping font; and now at last Staggering he falls, in blood and foam expires.
But whither rolls my devious Mufe, intent On antique tales, while yet the royal ftag Unfung remains? Tread with reipectful awe Windior's green glades, where Denham, tuneful
Charm'd once the lift ning Dryads with his fong, Sublimely fweet. Oh grant me, facred fhade! To glean fubmifs what thy full fickle leaves.
The morning fun, that gilds with trembling rays Windfor's high tow'rs, beholds the courtly train Mount for the chace, nor views in all his courfe A fcene fo gay: heroic noble youths, In arts and arms renown'd, and lovely nymphs, The faireft of this ifle, where beauty dwells Delighted, and deferts her Paphian grove For our more favour'd fhades-in proud parade Thefe fine magnificent, and prefs around The royal happy pair. Great in themselves, They fmile fuperior, of external show Regardlefs, while their inbred virtues give A luftre to their pow'r, and their court grace With real fplendours, far above the pomp Of Eastern kings in all their tinfel pride. Like troops of Amazons, the female band Prance round their cars, not in refulgent arms As thofe of old; unfkill'd to wield the sword Or bend the bow, these kill with furer aim. The royal offspring, faireft of the fair,
Lead on the splendid train. Anna, more bright Than fummer funs, or as the lightning keen, With irrefiftible effulgence arm'd,
Fires ev'ry heart: he must be more than man Who unconcern'd can bear the piercing ray. Amelia, milder than the blushing dawn, With fweet engaging air, but equal pow'r, Infenfibly fubdues, and in foft chains Her willing captives leads. Illuftrious maids! Ever triumphant! whose victorious charms, Without the needlefs aid of high defcent, Had aw'd mankind, and taught the world's great Lords
To bow and fue for grace. But who is he, Fresh as a rofe-bud newly blown, and fair As op'ning lilies, on whom ev'ry eye With joy and admiration dwells? See, fee! He reins his docile barb with manly grace. Is it Adonis for the chacc array'd,
Or Britain's fecond hope? Hail, blooming youth! May all your virtues with your years improve, Till in confummate worth you fhine the pride Of thefe our days, and to fucceeding times A bright example. As his guard of mutes On the great Sultan wait, with eyes deject And fix'd on earth, no voice, no found, is heard Within the wide ferail, but all is hush'd, And awful filence reigns; thus ftand the pack Mute and unmov'd, and cow'ring low to earth, Whole pats the glitt ring court and royal pair: So difciplin'd thofe hounds, and fo referv'd, Whofe honour 'tis to glad the hearts of kings: But foon the winding horn and huntfman's voice Let loofe the gen'ral chorus; far around Joy fpreads its wings, and the gay morning fmiles. Unharbour'd now, the royal itag forfakes His wonted lair, he thakes his dappled fides,
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