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Or as a dyke cut by malicious hands,
O’erflows the fertile Netherlands ;
Lavish of his new liberty,
Bellows along the delug'd plain
Far as th’ horizon he destroys :
So strong the force of MINDELHEIM !
As soon may whirl-winds be with-held,
In vain the torrent would oppofę,
And swifter than our fire.
By Turenne, Luxemburgh, and all 56 Those noble fouls, who fell a sacrifice
" At Lens, at Fleurus, and at Landen fight,
But Fear is deaf to Honour's call.
As well he may
While CHURCHILL like a driving wind, .! Or high spring-tide, pursues behind, And with redoubled speed urges their forward way.
Thou second thunder-bolt of war !
The wind, with MARLBOROUGH's, fhall bear - To distant colonies thy conqu’ring name.
Nor shall my Muse forget to fing
From harmony what blessings spring :
To see a friendship so divine ;
And mark'd thy threaten'd brow at last,
* Near this place the prince of Condè gave the Spaniards a very great overthrow, 1648.
As cruel Brennus once, insulting Gaul,
When he, at Allia's fatal flood,
Had fill’d the plains with Roman blood,
Virtue, approv'd of heav'n, can pass
Thro' walls, thro' tow'rs, and gates of brass. Lifle, like a mistress, had been courted long,
By all the valiant and the young, The faireft progeny of Vauban's art;
'Till Savox's warlike prince withstood
Unhappy, valiant infidel!
Surrender'd up his haughty breath,
• He bore a confiderable hare in the glory of that day on which Buda was taken.
* He was Balau of the city, and lost his life on the
Her favourite, immortal fon,
And choak h Tibiscus with the slain;
And all his num'rous acts she told,
And show'rs down laurels from above,
& This was the fatal battle to the Turks in the year 1687.' Prince Eugene, with the regiments of his brigade, was the first 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 jo great and so terrible a destruction to the Ottoman army, which fell upon the principal commanders more than the common soldiers; for no less than fifteen BajSaus (five of which had been Viziers of the bench) were killed, befides the supreme Vizier.
And some, not sparingly, she throws
For Hanover's and Pruflia's brows,
To what clear glories he is born,
And he, fince Death will never spare
The purchase of an honest sweat,