Or as a dyke cut by malicious hands, Thro' the wide yawn, th' impetuous fea, Beftrides the vale, and, with tumultuous noise, Bellows along the delug'd plain Pernicious to the rip'ning grain ; Far as th' horizon he destroys: So rapid flows the unimprifon'd stream! Would shield the Gaul, a fenceless guard. In vain arm'd banks, and hosts of foes: The foes with coward-hafte retire, Fly fafter than the river flows, And fwifter than our fire. Vendofme from far upbraids their fhame, By Conde's mighty ghoft," he cries, "By Turenne, Luxemburgh, and all Those noble fouls, who fell a facrifice At Lens, at Fleurus, and at Landen fight, "Stop, I conjure, your ignominious flight." But Fear is deaf to Honour's call. Each frowning threat and foothing pray'r The billows of the ocean ftay; While CHURCHILL like a driving wind, Nor lefs, EUGENIUS, thy important care, Partner in danger and in fame, The wind, with MARLBOROUGH's, fhall bear To diftant colonies thy conqu'ring name. Nor fhall my Mufe forget to fing From harmony what bleffings spring: To tell how Death did enviously repine, To fee a friendship so divine; When in a ball's destroying form fhe past, And mark'd thy threaten'd brow at last, But durft not touch that facred brain, Where Europe's mightiest counsels reign ; For ftrait fhe bow'd her ghaftly head, She faw the mark of heav'n, and fled, Near this place the prince of Condè gave the Spaniards a very great overthrow, 1648. As As cruel Brennus once, infulting Gaul, Had fill'd the plains with Roman blood, But where the good and brave command, Thro' walls, thro' tow'rs, and gates of brafs, "Till SAVOY's warlike prince withstood Her frowning terrors, and thro' feas of blood Tore the bright darling from th' old tyrant's heart. Suche Buda faw him, when proud f Apti fell, Unhappy, valiant infidel! Who, vanquish'd by superior strength, Upon the breach measuring his manly length, e He bore a confiderable fhare in the glory of that day on which Buda was taken. f He was Baffau of the city, and loft his life on the breach. XI. Such XI. Such & Harfcam's field beheld him in his bloom, Her favourite, immortal fon, And told of better years revolving on the loom : From Latian Carpi down to Flandrian Lisle. Honour, with open arms, receives at last On those whom heav'n and ANNA love. * This was the fatal battle to the Turks in the year 1687.` Prince Eugene, with the regiments of his brigade, was the firft that entered the trenches; and for that reason had the honour to be the first messenger of this happy news to the emperor. h This battle was fought on the 10th of October, 1697, where Prince Eugene commanded in chief; like which there never happened fo great and fo terrible a destruction to the Ottoman army, which fell upon the principal commanders more than the common foldiers; for no less than fifteen Baffaus (five of which had been Vixiers of the bench) were killed, befides the fupreme Vizier. And And fome, not sparingly, she throws For Hanover's and Pruffia's brows, The purchase of an honeft fweat, get, Shall safe in stormy feas Britannia's vessel guide. XIII. Britannia's |