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Fair Patriots fallying oft have put to flight
With all their Poles the Guardians of the Night,
And bore, with Screams of Triumph, to their Side
The Leader's Staff in all its painted Pride.
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Nor fears the Hawker in her warbling Note is?
To vend the discontented Stateman's Thought,
Tho' red with Stripes, and recent from the Thong,
Sore fmitten for the Love of facred Song,
The tuneful Siflers fill purfue their Trade, 434, and
Like Philomela darkling in the Shade.
Poor Trott attends, forgetful of a Fare,
And hums in Concert o'er his empty Chair,
Mean while, regardless of the royal Caufe,
His Sword for James no brother Sov'reign draws.
The Pope himfelf, furrounded with Alarms,
To France his Bulls, to Corfu fends his Arms,
And though he hears his darling Son's Complaint,
Can hardly fpare one tutelary Saint,

But lifts them all to guard his own Abodes,
And into ready Money coins his Gods.
The dauntless Swede, purfu'd by vengeful Foes,
Scarce keeps his own hereditary Snows;
Nor must the friendly Roof of kind Lorrain
With Feafts regale our garter'd Youth again.
Safe, Bar-le-duc, within thy filent Grove

The Pheasant now may perch, the Hare may rove died
The Knight, who aims unerring from afar,

Th' advent'rous Knight, now quits the fylvan War:
Thy brinded Boars may flumber undifmay'd,
Or grunt fecure beneath the Chefnut Shade.
Inconftant Orleans, (ftill we mourn the Day
That trufted Orleans with imperial Sway,)
Far o'er the
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Far from the Call of his defponding Friends,

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Such are the Terms, to gain Britannia's Grace!
And fuch the Terrors of the Brunswick Race!
Was it for this the Sun's whole Luftre fair'd,
And fudden Midnight o'er the Moon prevail'd!
For this did Heav'n difplay to mortal Eyes
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Was it Northumbrian Streams look'd red!
And Thames driv'n backward fhow'd his fecret Bed? A
Falfe Auguries! th' infulting Victors fcorn!
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Ev'n our own Prodigies against us turn!
O Portents conftru'd on our fide in vain!
Let never Tory truft Eclipfe again!
Run clear, ye Fountains! be at Peace, ye Skies;
And Thames henceforth to thy green Borders rife!
To Rome then must the royal Wand'rer g
And fall a Suppliant at the papal Toe?
His Life in Sloth inglorious muft he wear,
One half in Luxury, and one in Pray'r?
His Mind perhaps at length debauch'd with Eafe,
The proffer'd Purple and the Hat may please.
Shall he, whofe ancient patriarchal Race
To mighty Nimrod in one Line we trace,
In folemn Conclave fit, devoid of Thought,
And poll for points of Faith his trufty Vote!
Be fummon'd to his Stall in time of Need,
And with his cafting Suffrage fix a Creed!
Shall he in Robes on ftated Days appear,
And English Heretics curfe once a Year!
Garnet and Faux fhall he with Pray'rs invoke,
And beg that S
Smithfield Piles once more may
Forbid it Heav'n! my Soul, to Fury wrought,
Turns almoft Hanoverian at the Thought..

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From James and Rome I feel my Heart decline,
And fear, O Brunfwick, 'twill be wholly thine;
Yet ftill his Share thy Rival will conteft,
And ftill the double Claim divides my Breaft.
The Fate of James with pitying Eyes I view,
And wish my Homage were not Brunfwick's due:

To James my Paffion and my Weakness guide,
But Reason fways me to the Victor's fide.
Though griev'd I fpeak it, let the Truth appear!
You know my Language, and my Heart, fincere.
In vain did Falfhood his fair Frame difgrace; AS
What Force had Falfhood, when he fhow'd his Face!
In vain to War our boaftful Clans were led b
Heaps driv'n on Heaps, in the dire Shock they fled:
France fhuns his Wrath, nor raises to our Shame!
A fecond Dunkirk in another Name:

In Britain's Funds their Wealth all Europe throws,
And up the Thames the World's Abundance flows:
Spite of feign'd Fears, and artificial Cries,
The pious Town fees fifty Churches rife :
The Hero triumphs as his Worth is known,
And fits more firmly on his fhaken Throne.

To my fad Thought no Beam of Hope appears
Through the long Profpect of fucceeding Years.
The Son afpiring to his Father's Fame,
Shows all his Sire: another and the fame.
He, bleft in lovely Carolina's Arms,
To future Ages propagates her Charms:
With Pain and Joy at ftrife, I often trace
The mingled Parents in each Daughter's Face,
Half fick'ning at the fight, too well I fpy
The Father's Spirit through the Mother's Eye:-
In vain new Thoughts of Rage I entertain,
And ftrive to hate their Innocence in vain.

O Princefs! happy by thy Foes confeft!
Bleft in thy Husband! in thy Children blest!
As they from thee, from them new Beauties born,
While Europe lafts, fhall Europe's Thrones adorn.
Transplanted to each Court, in times to come,
Thy Smile celeftial and unfading Bloom,
Great Auftria's Sons with fofter Lines fhall grace,
And smooth the Frowns of Bourbon's haughty Race.
The fair Defcendents of thy facred Bed,
Wide-branching o'er the western World fhall fpread

Like the fam'd Banian Tree, whofe pliant Shoot
To Earthward bending of itsfelf takes Root,
Till, like their Mother-plant, ten Thousand stand
In verdant Arches on the fertile Land;
Beneath her Shade the tawny Indians rove,
Or hunt at large through the wide echoing Grove.
O thou, to whom thefe mournful Lines I fend,
My promis'd Husband, and my dearest Friend;
Since Heav'n appoints this favour'd Race to reign,
And Blood has drench'd the Scotish Fields in vain ;
Muft I be wretched, and thy Flight partake?
Or wilt not thou, for thy lov'd Chloe's fake,
Tir'd out at length, fubmit to Fate's Decree ?
If not to Brunswick, O return to me!
Proftrate before the Victor's Mercy bend:
What fpares whole Thousands, may to thee extend.
Should blinded Friends thy doubtful Conduct blame,
Great Brunswick's Virtues will fecure thy Fame:
Say, thefe invite thee to approach his Throne,
And own the Monarch, Heav'n vouchfafes to own:
The World, convinc'd, thy Reasons will approve;
Say this to them; but fwear to me 'twas Love.

An ODE, occafion'd by his Excellency the Earl of Stanhope's Voyage to France.

I.

FAIR Daughter once of Windfor's Woods!

In Safety o'er the rolling Floods,
Britannia's Boaft and darling Care,
Big with the Fate of Europe, bear.
May Winds propitious on his way
The Minifter of Peace convey;
Nor rebel Wave, nor rifing Storm
Great George's liquid Realms deform.

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Our Vows are heard. Thy crowded Sails
Already fwell with western Gales;
Already Albion's Coast retires,ais
And Calais multiplies her Spires:
At length has royal Orleans preft,
With open Arms, the well-known
Before in facred Friendship join'd,
And now in Counfels for Mankind:

Whilft his clear Schemes our Patriot fhows,
And plans the threaten'd World's Repose,
They fix each haughty Monarch's Doom,
And blefs whole Ages yet to come.
Henceforth great Brunswick shall decree
What Flag must awe the Tyrrhene Sea;
For whom the Tufcan Grape fhall glow;
And fruitful Arethufa flow.

IV.

See in firm Leagues with Thames combine
The Seine, the Maefe, and diftant Rhine!
Nor, Ebro, let thy fingle Rage
With half the warring World engage.
Oh! call to mind thy Thoufands flain,
And Almanara's fatal Plain;

While yet the Gallic Terrors fleep,
Nor Britain thunders from the Deep.

PROLOGUE to the Univerfity of Oxford. WHAT Kings henceforth fhall reign, what States

be free,

Is fix'd at length by Anna's juft Decree:

Whose Brows the Mufe's facred Wreath fhall fit,
Is left to you the Arbiters of Wit.