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bright,

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 blossom 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 inelody succeed.

By flattering Hope, the flowers thatblewso fair; “Olet me still with simple nature live,

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

And vanish'd from the powerful rod of Care. Enjoy the blessings that she meant to give, And calmly waste my inoffensive day!

So the poor pilgrim, who, in rapturous thought

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 wealth my tuior'd wishes crave; Sees aiding angels fávor his design.
So health and Peace be near my humble 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 Ere's chaste hour her silver lyre to bring;
The Muse of pity wake her suothing strain,

So Fancy dreams; but Fancy's dreams arevaiu, And tune to sympathy the trembling string. Wasted and weary on the mountain's side, “Thus glide thc pensive moments o'er the vale or takes some ruthless robber for his guide,

His way unknown, the hapless pilgrim lies, While Hosting shades of dusky night descend; Not left untold the lover's tender tale,

And prone beneath his cruel sabre dies. Nor unenjoy'd the heart-enlarging friend. Life's morning landscape gilt with orient light,

Where Hope and Joy and Fancy hold their "To love and friendship flow the social bowl !

reign, To attic wit and elegance of mind;

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

[wain : The simple charms of truth, and sense refin'd!

The blythe hours dancing round Hyperion's “Then to explore whatever antient sage In radiant colors Youth's free hand portrays, Studious froin nature's early 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 eye ; And mark how (air the sun-Aower, Science,

Nor sees the dark cloud gathering o'er the sky. blew ! “ Haply to catch some spark of eastern fire,

Hence Fancy, conquer'd by the dart of Pain, Hesperian fancy, or Åonian ease ;

And wandering far from her Platonic shade,

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

Nor unrepining sees her visions fade. please.

Their parent banislı'd, hence her children Ay

The fairy race that fill'd her festive train : "When waves the grey light o'er the inountain's Joy tears his wealth, and Hope inverts her eye,

head, Then let me meet the morn's first beauteous ray:

And folly wonders that her dream was vain. Carelessly wander from my sylvan shed,

And catch the sweet breath of the rising day, $ 3.9: A Letter from Italy to the Right Honor“ Nor seldom, loit'ring as I muse along,

able Charles Lord Halifar. In the year 1701.

Addison. Mark from what flower the breese its sweetness hore;

While you, iny Lord, the rural shades admire Or listen to the labor-soothing soong

And from Britannia's public posts retire, Of bees that range the thymy uplands o'er. Kor longer, her ungraieful sons to please, “Slow let me climb the mountain's airy brow, Me into foreign realms my fate conveys,

For their advantage sacrifice your ease; The greenheight gun'd, in museful rapturelie, Through nations fruitful of immortal lays, Sleep to the murmur of the woods below, Or look on nature with a lover's eye.

Where the soft season and inviting clime

Conspire to trouble your repose with rhyme. “Delightful hours ! O, thus for ever fow; For wheresoe'er l'urn my ravish'd eyes,

Led by fair fancy round the varied year: Gay gilded 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 seem to tread on classic ground; “Firm be my heart 10 Nature and to Truth, For here the Muse so oft her harp has struvg,

Nor vainly wander from their dictates sage; That noi a mountain rears its head unsung; So Joy shall triumph on the crows of youth, Renown'il in verse each shady thicket grows, So hope shall smooth the dreary patlis of age. And ev'ry strean in heavenly numbers Hows.

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

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

And the dumb show of breathing rocks admires ; O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide. Where the smooth chisel all its force has shown, Fird with a thousand raptures I survey

And soften'd into fiesh the rugged stone. Eridanus through flow'ry meadows stray, In solemn silence, a majestic band, The king of foods! that rolling o'er the plains, Teroes, and gods, and Roman consuls, stands The tow'ring Alps of half their moisture strains, Stern tyrants, whom their crucluies renown, And, proudly swoln with a whole winter'sspows, and emperors, in Parian marble frown; Distributes wealth and plenty were he flows. While the brighi daves, to whom they humbly

Simetimes, misguided by the tuneful 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 Hain would I Raphael's goulike art rehearse, dry,)

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 And in the smooth descriprion murnur still.

light, Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire, A new crcation rises to my sight; And the fam'd river's empty shores admire, Such heavenly figures from luis pencil flow, That, destitute of strength, derives its course So warm with life lois blended colors glow, From thritty urns and an unfruitful source ; From theme to theme with secret pleasures tost, Yet, sung so often in poetic lays,

Anidst the soft variety I'm lost.
l'ith scorn the Danube and the Nile surveys; Here pleasing airs my ravislı'd soul confound
So high the deathless Muse exalts her theine! With circling notes and labyrinths of sound;
Such was the Boyne, a poor inglorious stream Here 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, by your lines and Nassau's sword renown'd, And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand!
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 vifis trit heaven and earth impari,

Oh could the Muse my ravish'd breast inspire The smiles of nature and the charms of art,
With warinth like yours, and raise an equal lire. While proud Oppression in her valleys ruigus,
Unnumber'dl beauties in my verse should shine, And Tyranny tisurps her 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 the coast of Britain's stormy isle, Joyless lie sees the growing oils and wines,
Or, when transplanted and preserv'd with care, And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines ;
Curse the cold cline, and starve in northern air. Starves, in the midst of nature's bonnte curst,
Here kindly warmth their mountain juice fer- And in the loaded vineyard dies for thirst.

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 myrule bloom, Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. And smiling Plenty leads the wanton train;
Bear me, some God, to Baia's gentle seats ; Eis'd of her load, Subjection grow's more light,
Or cover me in Uınbria's green retreats; And Porerty looks cheerful in thy sight;
Where western gales eternally reside, Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gas,
And all the seasons lavish

all their pride ; Giv'st beauty to the Sun, and pleasure to the Day. Blossoms and fruits, and flow'rs together rise, Thee, goddess, thee Britannia's isle adores; And the whole year in gay confusion lies. Ilow 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 nearly bought! When Rome's exalted 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 ciiron grores 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 upeopled Rome, We envy not the warmer clime, that lies And held nncrowded nations in its womb; In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; I lere pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skics; 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, | Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak Opposid their Alps and Appenines in vain, inountains smile.

Nor found themselves, with strength of rocks Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight, immur'd, And in their proud aspiring domes delight; Behind their everlasting hills secard ; A nicer toucli to the stretch'd canvas give, The rising Danube its long race began, Or teach their animated rocks to live;

And half its course thro' the new conquests ran; 'Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, Amaz'd, and anxious for her sov'reigns' fates, And hold in balance each contending state; Gerinavia tremble throughı a hundred states, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, Great Leopold himself was scis'd with fear; And answer hier alllictes neghbour's pray'r. lle gaz'd around, but saw no succour ncar ; The Dane and Swede, rous'il up by tierce alarms, le caz'd, and half abandon'd to despair Bless the wiss conduct of her pious arms; His hopes on Heaven, and coatidence in pray'r. Soon as her fleets appear, their terrors cease, To Britain's queen the natio:siurn their eyes; And all the northern world lies hush'd in peace. On her resolves ihe western world relies ; Tambitious Gaul beholds, with secret dread, Confiding still, amidst its dire alarms, ller thunder ain' at bis aspiring head, In Anna's councils, and in Churchill's arms. And fain her godlike sous woull disunite Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent, By foreign gold, or by domestic spite; To fit the guardian of the continent! Bit strives in vain to conquer or divide, That sees her bravest son advanc'd so high, Whom Vássau's arms defendand comsels guide. Ind flourishing so near her prince's eye ; Fird with the naine which I so oft have found Thy fav'riles grow not up by fortune's sport, Toe distant climes and differentiongues resound, Or from the crimes or follies of a court I bridle in my struggling Aluse with pain, On the firin basis of dessert they rise, That longs to launch into a bolder strain. From long tried faith, and friendship's holy ties :

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

share; Sly homble verse demands at, softer theme, Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war; A printed meadow, or a purling streain; The nation thanks them with a public voice ; Cnfit for heroes ; whom immortal lays, By show'rs of blessings lleven approves their And lines like Virgil's or like yours, should praise. Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost, [choice;

And factions strive who shall applaud them niost. $ 40. The Compaign. Addison.

Soon as soft vernal breezes wirin the sky; To his Grace the Duke of Marlborough. 1705. Britannia's colors in the zephyrs fly;

Her chief already has his murch beguin, - Rheni pacator et Istri "Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia cessit

Crossing the provinces hiinself haul won, '. * Ordinibus; laetatur eques, plauditque senator,

Till the Moselle, appearing from afar, Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.” Retards the progress of the moving war.

Claud. de Laud. Stilic. Delightful stream, had nature bid her til " Esse aliquam in terris gentem que sua impensa, But now a purchase to the sword she lies,

In distant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul; suo labore ac periculo, bella gerat pro libertate * aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquä vici- ler harveses for uncertain owners rise,

nitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis Each vineyard doubtful of its master crow's, præstet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe ter- And to the victor's boul eacı 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. Hist. 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 (odlike leader, ere the stream lic pass it, Proud in their number to enrol your 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 recites, 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 theme 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; sieces and storms appear,

The toil louks lovely in the hero's evi's, And wars and conquesto fill the important year; 1nd vanger scrres but to enhance ine prize. Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain,

Big with the fate of Europe, he renews An liad rising out of one campaign.

!Iis dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues ! The haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring pride, Infected by the burning scorpion's heat, Hisantiene hounds enlarg'd on ev'ry side; The sultry gules round his claf'd temples beat, Pyrene's lofiy barriers were subdued,

Till on the borders of the Maine he finds And in the midst of luis 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 wedg'd in firm array
L'onumber'd scenes of servituxle behold, The close compacted Britons win their way;
Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas'd, In vain the cannon their throng'd war defacd
(Their Maker's iinage móre than half defac'd) With tracks of death, and laid the battle waste:
Hourly instructed, as they urge their toil, Suill pressing forward to tho fight, they broke
To prize their Queen, and love their native soil. Thro' Hames 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' clouds of dust, and gain upon the day.

And bore their fierce avengers to the foe.
When now the Neckar on its friendly coast High on the works the ningling hosts engage,
With cooling streams revives the fainiing host, The battle, kindled into ten-lold rage,
That cheerfully his labors past forgets, With show'ss of bullets, and with storms of fire,
The mid-night watches, and the noon-day heats. Burns in full fury; heaps on heaps expire;

O'er prostrate towns and palaces they pass Nations with nations mix'd confus'lly dic,
(Now cover'd o'er with woods, and hid in grass) and lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.
Breathing revenge; whilst anger and disdain How many gen'rous Britons meet their doom,
Fire ev'ry breast, and boil in ev'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 Britons never march'd before
Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruins climbs, |(Oh fatal love of fame! oh glorious heat,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes. Only destructive to the brave and great!)

At length the fame of England's hero crew After such tvils o'ercome, such dangers past, Eugenio to the glorions interview.

Stretchidou Bavarian ramparts, breathe their last. Great souls by instinct to each other turn, But hold, my Muse, may 110 complaints appcar, Demand alliance, and in friendship burn; [rays Nor blot the day with an ungratefil 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 skilld, Where'er his friends retire, or fues succeel; Their courage dwells not in a troubled food Those he supports, these drives to sudelen flight; Of mounting 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, forbeas Inflam'd by reason, and by reason coold; 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 satety, and the world's repose ; To souls like these, in inutnal friendship join'd, Let nations, anxious for thy life, abate Heaven dares intrust 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 demands Her harass'd troops the hero's presence warms ; Conquest and peace from thy victorious hands ; Whilst the high hills and rivers all around Kingstoms 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 lur.g-disputed pass they gain, delight,

By crowded armuies fortified in rain;
Eager for glory, and require the fight. [sues, The war breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield,
So the staunch hound the trembling deer pur- And see their camp with British legions fill'd.
And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews, So Belgian mounds bear on their shatter'd sides
The tedious track unrav'lling by degrees : The sci's whole weight, increas'd with swelling
But when the scent comes warm in ev'ry breeze, But if the rushing wave a p:issage finds, (tides ;
Fir'd at the near approach, he shoots away Enrag‘d by wat’ry moons, and warrir.g winds,
On his full suretch, and bears upon his prey. The ireinbling peasant sees his country round

The march concludes, the various realms are Cover'd with tempests, and in oceans drown'd.
Th'immortal Schellenberg appears at last : (past ; The few surviving foes disperski in flight
Like hills th’uspiring 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 behind 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 Bavaria's suunmcr yields

The western sun now shot a feeble ray, (The Danube's great increase) Britanuia shares, 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;

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The victor finds each hidden cavern stor’d, Though feos and floods possess the ri:Idle space;
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'l, Vor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's bands,
And all the gaudy dream of empire lost, Whenver proud foerang'don their bordersstands.
That proudly set ihee on a fancied throne, Butoh, mv Muse, what numbers wilt hou 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 shouts and dving groans confound,
Nor find it there! Surrounded with alarms; The dreadful burot of cannon read the skies,
Thou hop'st th' assistance of the Gallic arms; And all the thunder of the baile rise. (provid,
The Gallicarms in safetyshali advance, [France; "T was then great Marlb'ro's mighty soul was
And crowd thy standards with the pow'r of That, in the shock of charging hosts unmov'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, inspir'd repuls'd battalions to engage,
And make ihe hero and the Man complete. And taughi the doubtful batile where to rage.'
Long diel he strive th' obdurate foe to gain So when an angel by divine con mand
By proffer'd grace, but long he sirove in vain ; With rising tempests shakes a guilty land,
Till

, fir'd at length, he thinks it vain to spare Such as of late oʻer 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 solelser fills his hand

And, pleas’d th' Almighty's orders to perform, With sword and fire, and ravages the land; Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storin. A thousand villages to ashes turns,

but see the haughty household-troops advance! In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns. The dread of Europe, and the price 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 inarches on, and void of fear And crins of infants sound in ev'ry brake : Laughs at the shaking of the British spear: The listning soldier fix'd in sorrow stands, Vain insolence! with native freedom brave, Loth to obey his leader's just commands ; The meanest Briton scorns the highest slave; The leader grieves, by gen'rous pity sway'il, Contempt and fury fire their souls by turns, To see his just coinmands 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 bills the loud alarm repeat : Triumphant laurels, and immortal fame, Gallia's proud standards, in Bavaria's joind, Confus'd in crowds of glorious actions lie, Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind ; And troops of heroes undistinguished die. The daring prince his blasted hopes rencws, O 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 dreadful 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 joys 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 deathị States that their new captivity bemoan'd,

The rout begins, the Gallic squadrons run ; Armies of martyrs that in exile groan'd, (ompelld in crowds to meet the fate they shun, Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeons heard, Thousands of fiery steeds with wounds transfix'd, And pray’rs in bitierness of soul preferr'd, Floating in gore, with their dead inasters mix'd, Europe's loud cries, that Providence assail'd, Midstheaps of spears and standards driv'n around, And Aona's ardent vows, at length prevaild: Lie in the Danube's bloody whirlpoolsdrown'd. The day was come when Heav'n design'd to show Tromps of bold youthis, born on the distant Soane, His care and conduct of the world below. Or sounding borders of ihe rapid Rhone, Behold in awful march and dread array

Or where the Scine her flow'ry fields divides, The long extended squadrons shape their way! Orwhere the Loire thro'winding vineyardsglides, Death, in approaching terrible, imparts In heaps the rolling billows sweep away, (vey. An anxious horror to the bravest hearts ; And into Scythian seas their bloaied corps conYet do their beating breasts demand the strife, From Blenheimn's tow'rs, the Gaul with wild And thirst of glory quells the love of life.

Beholds the various havoc of the fight; [aftright No vulgar fears can British minds control: His waving banners, that so ofi had stool Heat of revenge and noble pride of soul Planted in fields of death and streams of blood, O'erlook'd the foe, advantag'd by his post, So wont the guarded enemy tonal, Lessen his numbers, and contract his host; And rise triumplant in the fatal breuch,

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