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“ High favor'd man! for him unfolding fair * "
In orient light this native landscape smiles ;

BL EGY IV.
For him sweet hope disarms the hand of Care,
Exalis his pleasures, and his grief beguiles.

OH! yet, ye dear, deluding visions, stay!

Fond hopes, of Innocence and Fancy born! " Blows not a Llossom on the breast of Spring, For you I'll cast these waking thoughts away, Breathes not a gale along the bending mead,

For one wild dream of life's romantic morn, Trills not a songster of the soaring wing,

Ah! no: the sunshine o'er each object spread But fragrance, health and ineludy succeed.

By Aattering Hope, the flowers thatblewso fair; "Olet me still with simple nature live,

Like the gay gardens of Armida fled, My lowly field-Aowers on her altar lay,

And vanish'd from the powerful rod of Care. Enjoy the blessings ihat she meant to give,

So the poor pilgrim, who, in rapturous thought And calmly waste my inoffensive day!

Plans his dear journey to Loretto's shrine, “No titled name, no envy-teasing dome,

Seenis on his way by guardian seraphs brought,
No glittering wealih my tutor'd wishes crave; Sces aiding angels favor his design.
So health and Peace be near my huinble home,
A cool-stream murmer, and a green tree wave.

Ambrosial blossoms, such of old as blew

By those fresh fonts on Eden's happy plain, “So may the sweet Euterpe not disdain

And Sharon's roses all his passage strew :
At Eré's chaste hour her silver lyre to bring;
The Muse of pity wake her suothing strain,

So Fancy dreams; but Fancy's dreamsarerain
And tune to sympathy the trembling string. Wasted and weary on the mountain's side.

His way unknown, the hapiess pilgrim lies, . “Thus glide the pensive moments o'er the vale

e Or takes some ruthless robber for his guide, While Hosting shades of dusky night descend; 1

And prone beneath his cruel sabre dies. Not loft untold the lover's tender tale,

Nor unenjoyed the heart-enlarging friend. Life's morning landscape gilt with orient light. "To love and friendship flow the social bowl!

Where Hope and Joy and Fancy hold their To attic wit and elegance of mind;

The grove's green wave, the blue stream sparkling To all the native beauties of the soul,

bright,

[wain : The simple charms of truth, and sense refind!! The blythe hours dancing round Hyperion's “Then to explore whatever anrient sage

In radiant colors Youth's free hand portrays, Studious froin nature's carlz rolume drew,

| To trace sweet Fiction through her golden age, Nor thinks how soon the vernal grove decays.

Then holds the Hattering tablet to his eyes And mark how fair the sun-flower, Scicnce, Nor sees the dark cloud gathering o'er the sky. blew!

Hence Fancy, conquer'd by the dart of Pain, “ Haply to catch some spark of eastern fire,

| And wandering far from her Platonic shade, Hesperian fancy, or Aonian ease;

Mourns o'er the ruins of her transient reign,
Some melting noie from Sappho's tender lyre,
Some strain that Love and Phæbus taught to

1 Nor unrepining sees her visions fade.
please.

Their parent banish'd, hence her children Ay "When waves the grey light o'er the inountain's Joy tears his wealth, and Hope inverts her eye,

The fairy race that fill'd her festive train :
head, .

And fully wonders that her dream was vain.
Then let me meet the morn's first beauteous ray:
Carelessly wander from my sylvan shed,

And catch the sweet breath of the rising day, 19 39. A Letter from Italy to the Right lionor“ Nor seldom, loit'ring as I muse along,

pable Charles Lord Halifar. In the year 1701.

Addison. Mark from what Aower the breese its sweetness bore;

While you, my Lord, the rural shades admire Or listen to the labor-soothing soog

And from Britannia's public posts retire, Of bees that range the thymy uplands o'er.

Nor longer, her ungraieful sons to please, “Slow let me climb the mountain's airy brow, Vine

For their advantage sacrifice your ease;
The greenheight gain'd, in museful rapturelie, Through nations fruitful of immortal lays,

Me into foreign realms my fate conveys,
Sleep to the murmur of the woods below,

Where ihe soft season and inviting clime Or look on nature with a lover's eye.

Conspire to trouble your repose with rhyme. * Delightful hours ! O, thus for over flow; | For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,

Led by fair fancy round the varied year: Gay gildesi scenes and shining prospects rise;
So shall my breast with native raptures glow, Poetic fields encompass me around,

Nor feel one pang from folly, pride, or fear. And still I seein to tread on classic ground;
“ Firm be any heart 10 Nature and to Truth, For here the Muse so oft her harp has strung,

Nor vainly wander from their dictates sage; Thiat 1101 a mountain rears its head unsung;
So Joy shall triuniph on the Crows of youth, Renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows,
So hope shall smooth the dreary patlis of age. And ev'ry streain in heavenly numbers fows.

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How am I pleas'd to search the hills and woods Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd
For rising springs and celebrated fools ! | Their base degen'rate progeny upbraid;
To view the Nar, tumultuous in his course, Whole rivers here forsake the fields below,
And trace the smooth Clitunnus to his source, And, wond'ring at their height, through airy
To see the Mincio draw his wat'ry store

channels Alow. Through the long wiudings of a fruitful shore, Still 10 new scenes my wand'ring. Muse retires, And hoary Albula's infected ride

And ihe dumb show of breathing rocks admires; O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide. Where the smooth chisel all its force has shown,

Fir'd with a thousand raptures I survey And soften'd into fiesh the rugged stune.
Eridanus through flow'ry mcadows stray, In solemn silence, a majestic band,
The king of floods! that rolling o'er the plaius, llerocs, and gods, and Roman consuls, stands
The tow'ring Alps of half their moisture strains, Siern tyrants, whom chcir crucluies renown),
And, proudly swoln with a whole winter'sspows, lind emperors, in Parian warble (rown;
Distributes wealth and plenty were hc flows. Thile the brighi davnes, to whom they humbly

Simetimes, misguided by the timeful throng, sued,
I look for streams inmortaliz'il in song, Suill show the charms that their proud hearts
That lost in silence and in oblivion lie

subdued. (Damb are their fountains, and their channels Pain would I Raphael's goulike art rehearse,

And show th' inimortal labors in my rerse, Yet run for ever hy the Muse's skill,

Where from the mingled strength of shade and Aud in the smooth description marmur still. I light, Sometimes to gentle Tiber I reire,

A new creation rises to my sight; And the fam'd river's empty shores admire, Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow, That, destitute of strength, derives its course So warm with life his blended colors glow, From thritty urns and an unfruitful source ; From theme to theme with secret pleasures tost, Yet, suing so often in poetic lays, .

Amidst the soft variety I'm lost. With scorn the Danube and the Nile surveys; Here pleasing airs my ravislid soul confound So high the deathless Muse exalts her theine! With circling notes and labyrinths of sound; Such was the Boyne, a poor inglorious streamH ere domes and temples rise in distant views, That in Hibernian vales obscurely stray'd, And op'ning palaces invite my Muse. And unobserv'd in wild meanders play'd,

How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land, Till, bryour lines and Nassau's sword renown'd, And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful band ! Its rising billows through the world resound; But what avail her unexhausted stores, Where'er the hero's godlike acts can pierce, Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores, Or where the fame of an immortal verse. With all the vilis that heaven and earth impare,

Oh could the Muse my ravish'd breast inspire The smiles of nature and the charms of art, With warmth like yours, and raise an equal lire. While proud Oppression in her valley's reigus,'. Unnumber'l beauties in my verse should shine, And Tyranny tisurps hier happy plains ? And Virgil's Italy should yield to mine! The poor inhabitant beholds in vain See how the golden groves around me smile, The redd'ning orange and the swelling grain; That shun thic coast of Britain's stormy isle, Joyless lie sees the growing oils and wines, Or, when transplanted and preservd with care, And in the myrile's fragrant shade repines ; Course the cold clime, and starve in northern air. Starves, in the inidst of nature's bonnte curst, Here kindly warınth their mountain juice fer- And in the loaded vineyard dies for thirst. ments

Oh Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright, To nobler tastes, and more exalted scents; Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! E'en the rough rocks with tender myrue bloom, Eternal pleasures in the presence reign, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. And smiling Plenty leads the wauton train; Bear me, some God, to Baia's gentle seats; Eis'd of her load, Subjection grun's more light, Or cover me in Uinbria's green retreats; And Porerty looks cheerful in thy sight; Where western gales eternally reside,

Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay, And all the seasons lavish all their pride; Giv'st beauty to the Sun, and pleasure to the Dar. Blossoms and fruits, and flow'rs together rise, Thee, goddess, thee Britannia's isle adores ; And the whole year in gay confusion lies. How has she oft exhausted all her stores,

Immortal glories in my mind revive, How oft, in fields of death, thy presence sought, And in my soul a thousand passions strive, Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly boughi! When Rome's exalied beauties I descry On foreign mountains may the sun refine Magnificent in piles of ruin lie.

The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine; An amphitheatre's amazing height

With citron groves adorn a distant soil, . Here fills my eye with terror and delight, And the fat olive swell with foods of oil; That on its public shows impeopled Rome, We envy not the warmer clime, that lies And held uncrowded nations in its womb; In ten degrees of more indulgeni skies; I lere pillars rough with sculpture picrce theskics; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, And here the proud triumphal arches rise, Tho'o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine:

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'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, 1 Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak Oppor'd their Alps and Appenines in vain, mountains smile.

Xor found themselves, with strength of rocks Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight, inmur’d, . And in their proud aspiring domes delight; Behind their everlasting hills secard ; . A nicer touch to tlic stretchild canvas give, | The rising Danube its long race began, Or teach their animated rocks to live;

And hall its course thro' the new conquests ran;
'Tis Britain's care to watch o'cr Europe's fate, Amaz'd, and anxious for her sov'reigns' fates,
And hold in balance each contending state; Gerinavia tremble through a hundred states,
To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, Great Leopold himself was scis'd with fear;
And auswer her illicted noghbour's pray'r. lile gazil around, but saw no succour near;
The Daneand Swede, rous'cop by fierce alarms, le raz'd, and balt abandon'd to despair
Bless the wiss conduct of her pious arms; His hopes on Heaven, and contidence in pray'r.
Soon as her fleets appear, their terrors cease, To Britain's queen the nationsturn their eyes;
And all the northern world lies hush'd in peace. On her resolves the western world relies;

Th'ambitious Gaul beholds, with secret dread, Contiding still, amidst its dire alarms,
Har thunder aiinil at bis aspiring head, In Anna's councils, and in Churchill's arms.
And fain her godlike sous would disuvite Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent,
By foreign gold, ur by doinestic spite;

To fit the guardian of the continent!
B::t strives in vain to conquer or divide, That seca her bravest son advanc'd so high,
Whom.Vassau's arms defendandcomsels guide. And flourishing so near her prince's cye ;
Fird with the naine which I so oft have found Thy favries grow noi up by fortune's sport,
Toe distant climes and different congues resound, Or from the crimes or follies of a court
I bridle in my struggling Niuse with pain, On the firin basis of desert they rise,
That longs to launch into a bolder strain. From long tried faith, and friendship's holy lies :

But I've already troubled you too long, | Their sovereign's well-distinguished smiles they Vordare attempt a more advent'rous song.

share'; . Jly homble verse demands a softer theme, Her ornaments in peacc, her strength in war;

printed meadow, or a purling streain; The nation thanks them with a public voice; Enfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, By show'rs of blessings licaven approves their And lines like Virgil's or likevours, should praise. Envi itself is dumb, in wonder lost, choice;

And factions strive who shall applaud them most. $ 40. The Campaign. Addison.

Soon as soft vernal breezes wirm the sky; To his Grace the Duke of Marll'orough. 1705. ( Britannia's colors in the zephyrs Alv;

Her chief already has his much begun, Rheni pacator et Istri "Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia cessit

Crossing the provinces himself hadi won," : * Ordinibus; laetatur eques, plauditque senator,

| Till the Moselle, appearing from afar, * Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.”

Retards the progress of the moving war..? Chud, de Laud. Stilic. Delightful stream, had nalure bid her till * Esse aliquam in terris gentem que sua impensa,

In distant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul;

But now a purchase to the sirord she lies, ** suo labore ac periculo, bella gerat pro libertate " aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut proningur vici. Iller harvests for uncertain owners rise. " nitatis hominibus. aut terris continenti iunctis ! Each vineyard doubitul of its master grow's. "præstet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe ter-| And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows. "rarum injustum imperium sit, et ubique jus, fas, The discontenierl shades of slaughter'd hosts " lex, potentissima sint."

That wander'd on the banks, her heroes ghosts,

Liv. Ilist. lib. 33. Hop'd when they saw Britannia's arms appear, WHILE crowds of princes your deserts pro-The vengeance due to their great death was near. claim,

Our Godlike leader, ere the stream lic pass i, Proud in their number to enrol vour name; The mighty scheme of all his labory cast. While emperors to you commit their canse, | Forming the wondrous year within his thought, · And Anna's praises crown the vast applause : His bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought.

Accept, great leader, what the Muse reciics, | The long laborious march he first surveys, That in ambitious verse attempts your fights. And joins the distant Danube to the Maese; l'ir'd and transported with a iheme so new,

Between whose floods such pathless forests grow, Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my view

Such mountains rise, so many rivers flow : Shine forth at once; sieges and storms appear,

The toil looks lovely in the hero's evios, And wars and conquesto fill the important year; And langer scrves but to enhance ihe prize. Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain, | Big with the fate of Europe, he renews An Iliad rising out of one campaign.

!Iis dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues ! The haughty Gaul beheld, withtow'ring pride, Infected by the burning scorpion's heat, His anrient hounds enlary'd on ev'ry side;

| The sultry giles round his child temples beat, Purene's lofiy barriers were subdued,

Till on the borders of the Maine he finds
And in the midst of his wide einpire stood;

Defensive shadows, and refreshing winds.
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Our British youth, with in-born freedom bold, (Thick'ning their ranks, and wedgid in firın array
L'onumber'd scenes of serviuxle behold,
Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas'd, In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd
(Their Maker's iinage more than half dcfac'd) With tracks of death, and laid the battle waste:
Hourly instructed, as thev urge their toil, Süill pressing forward to the fight, they broke
To prize their Queen, and love their native soil. Thro' flames of sulphur and a night of smoke,

Still to the rising sun they take their way Till slaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below,
Thro'clonds of dust, and gain upon the day. And bore their fierce avengers to the foe.
When now the Neckar on its friendly coast Higli on the works the niingling hosts eng ge,
With cooling stream rerives the fainiing host, The batile, kindled into ten-fold rage,
That cheerfully his laboss past forgets,

with show'rs of bullets, and with storms of fire, The mid-night watches, and ihe noon-day heats. Burns in full fury; hcaps on heaps expire;

O'er prostratc towns and palaces they pass Nations with nations mix'd confus'ally die, (Now cover'd o'er wiih woods, and hid in graes) And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie. Breathing revenge; whilst anges and disduin llow many gen'rous Britons meet their door, Fire ev'ry breast, and boil in cv'ry vein.

New to the field, and heroes in their bloom! Here shatter'd walls, like broken rocks, from far Th'illustrious youths, that left their native shore Rise up in hideous view, the guilt of war; To march where Britous never march'd before Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruins climbs, (Oh fatal love of fame! ob glorious heat, Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimies. Only destructire to the brave and great!)

At length the fame of England's hero drew Afier such toils o'ercome, such dangers just, Eugenio to the glorions interview.

Stretch dou Bavarian ramparts, breathe their last. Great souls by instinct to each other turn, | But hold, my Muse, may no complaints appear, Demand alliance, and in friendship burn; [rars Nos blot the day with an ungrateful tear: A sudden friendship, while with stretch'd-out While Marlb'ro' lives, Britannia's stars dispense They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze. A friendly light, and shinc in innocence: Polish'd in courts, and harden'd in the field, Plunging through seas of blood his fiery steed Renown'd for conquest, and in council skill'd, Where'er his friends retire, or fues succeed; Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood Those he supports, these drives to sudden flight; Of iounting spirits, and fermenting blood; And turns the various fortune of the fight. Lodg'd in the soul, with virtue over-ruld; Forbear, great man, renown'd in arms, forbcas Infan'd by reason, and by reason cool'd; To brave the thickest terrors of the war ; In hours of peace content io be unknown, Nor hazard thus, confus'd in crowds of foes, And only in the field of battle shown: | Britannia's safety, and the world's repose; To souls like these, in inutual friendship join'd, Let nations, anxious for thy life, abate Heaven dares iutrust the cause of human kind. This scorn of danger and contempt of fate :

Britannia's graceful sons appear in arms, Thou liv'st not for thyself, thy Queen demande Her harass'd troops the hero's presence warms; Conquest and peace from thy victorious hands; Whilst the high hills and rivers all around Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join, With thund'ring peals of British shouts resound: And Europe's destiny depends on thine: Doubling their speed, they march with fresh At length the long-disputed pass they gain, delight,

By crowded arnvies fortified in vain; Eager for glory, and require the fight. [sues, The war breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield. So the siaunch hound the trembling deer purAnd see their camp with British legions filld. And smells his footsteps in the tainted deivs, So Belgian inounds bear on their shaiter'd sales The tedious track unrav’lling by degrees : The sca's whole weight, increas'd with swelling But when the scent comes warm in ev'ry brecze, But if the rushing wave a passage finds, stide; Fir'd at the near approach, he shoots away Enragin by wat'ry moons, and warring winds, On his full stretch, and beats upon his prey. The treinbling peasant sees his country round

The march concludes, the various realms are Cover'd with tempests, and in oceans drownd. Th’immortal Schellenberg appears at last: spast;! The few surviving foes dispers in flight Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high, (Refuse of swords and gleanings of a fight) Like valleys at iheir feet the trenches lie; In ev'ry rustling wind the victor hear, Batt'ries on batt'ries guard each fatal pass, And Marlborough's form in ev'ry shadow fear, 'Threat'ning destruction ; rows of hollow brass, Till the dark cope of night with kind embrace

Tube bchind tube, the dreadful entrance keep, Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace. Whilst in their wombs ten thousand thunders To Donavert, with unresisted force, sleep.

[sight, The gay victorious army bends its course. Great Churchillowns, charm'd with the glorious The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields, His march o'erpaid by such a promis'd fight. Whatever spoils Bararia's suinmcr yields

The western sun now shot a feeble ray, (The Danube's great increase) Britanuia sharo, And faintly scatter'd the remains of day : The food of armies and support of wars : Ev'ning approach'd; but oh what hosts of foes With magazines of death, destructive balls, Were never to behold that ev'ning close! And cannon doom'd to batter Landau's walls;

The victor finds each hidden cavern stor'd, Though fens and floods possess the mildlespace; And turns their fury on their guilty lord. | That unprovok'il they wouid have fear'd to pass,

Deluded prince! how is thy greainess cross'd, Vor fens nor foods can stop Britannia's bands, And all the gaudy dream of empire lost, Whenner proud foe rangid on their bordersstands. That proudly set thee on a fancied throne, Butoh, mv Muse, what numbers wilt thou find And made iinaginary realms thy own! To sing the furious troops in battle join'd! Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, Methinks I hear the drums tumultuous sound Shall shortly seck for shelter from the Rhine, The victor's shonts and dying groans confoand, Nor find it there! Surrounded with alarms; The dreadful burot of canuon red the skies, Thou hop'st th' assistance of the Gallic arms; And all the thunder of the baithe rise. (prov'd, The Gallicarms in safetysbull advance, France; / 'Twas then great Marlb'ro's mighty soul was And crowd thy standards with the pow's of That, in the shock of charging hosts un mov'd, While, to exali thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul Amidst confusion, horror, and despair, Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Examin'd all the dreadful scenes of war:

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, In peaceful thought the field of death survey'd, Temp'ring each other in the victor's mind, To fainting squadrons sent the timely aid, Alternately proclaim him good and great, Jinspir'd repuls'd baitalions to engage, And make the hero and the Man complete. And taughi the doubtful batile where to rage.' Long did he strive th' obdurate foe to gain So when an angel by divine conimand By profler'd grace, but long he sirove in vain; With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Tiil, fir'd at length, he thinks it vain to spare Such as of late o'er pale Britannia pass'd, His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war. Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; In vengeance rous'd, the soldier fills his hand And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to performi, With sword and fire, and ravages the land; Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storin. A thousand villages to aslies turns,

But see the haughty household-troops advance! in crackling flames a thousand harvests burns. The dread of Europe, and the pride of France To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat, The war's whole art cach privaie soldier knows, And mix'd with bellowing herds confus'dly bleat, And with a general's love of conquest glows; Their trembling lords the common shade partake, Proudly he marches on, and void of fear And crins of infants sound in ev'ry brake : Laughs at the shaking of the Britisli su ear: The list'ning soldier fix'd in sorrow stands, Vain insolence! with narive frecdonu brave, Loth to obey his leader's just conimands; T'he incanest Briton scorns the highest slave ; The leader grieves, by gen'rous pity sway'l, Conteinpt and fury fire their souls by turns, To see his just commands so well obey'd. Each nation's glory in each warrior burns ;

But now the trumpet, terrible from far, Each fights, as in his arm th' important day In shriller clangors animates the war;

And all the fate of his great monarch lay : Confed'rate drums in fuller concert beat, | A thousand glorious actions, that inight claim And echoing hills the loud alarm repcat : Triumphant laurels, and inimortal faine, Gallia's proud standards, in Bavaria's join'd, Confus'd in crowds of glorious actions lie, Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind; 1 And troops of heroes undistinguished die. The daring prince his blasted hopes rencws, To Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And, while the thick embattled host he views And not the wonders of thy youth relate! Stretch'd out in deep array, and clreadful length, How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, His heart dilates, and glories in his strength. Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung!

The fatal day its inighty course began, In jovs of conquest he resigns his breath, That the griev'd world had long desir'd in vain; And, fill'd with England's glory,smiles in deaths States that their new captivity bemoan'd,

The rout begins, the Gallic squadrons run; Armies of martyrs that in exile groan'd, Compellid in crowds to meet the fate they shun, Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeons licard, Thousands of fiery steeds with wounds transfixid, And pray’rs in bitterness of soul preferr'd, Floating in gore, with their dead masters mix'd, Europe's loud cries, that Providence assail'd, Midstheaps of spears and standards driv'n around, And Anna's ardent vows, at length prevaild: Lie in the Danube's bloody whirlpools drown'd. The day was come when Heav'n design'd to show Troops of bold youtiis, born on the distani Soane, His care and conduct of the world below. Or sounding borders of the rapid Rhone,

Behold in awful march and dread array Or where the Seine her Aow'ry fields divides, The long extended squadrons shape their way! Or where the Loire thro'vinding vineyardsglides, Death, in approaching terrible, imparts Iu heaps the rollinz billows sweep away, Tvey. An anxious horror to the bravest hearts; And into Scythian seas their bloaied corps con. Yet do their beating breasts demand the strife, From Blenheiin's tow'rs, the Gand with wild! And thirst of glory quells the love of life. Beholds the various havoc of the fight; saitright No vulgar fears can British minds control: His waving banners, that so ofi had stood Heat of revenge and noble pride of soul Planted in fields of death and streams of blood, O'erlook'il the foe, advantag'd by his post, So wont the guarded enerny io raci, Lessen his numbers, and contract his host; And rise triumpliant in the fatal breuch,

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