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See now the mourner of the lonely Made
O for thy Muse, * great Bard, whose lofty strains
Now the shrill corn-pipes, echoing loud to arms, To rank and file reduce the straggling swarms. Thick rows of spears at once, with sudden glare, A grove of needles, glitter in the air ;
• Mr. Addison.
Loose in the wind small ribbon streamers flow,
On Buda’s plains thus formidably bright,
Unseen and silent march the now brigades
The march concludes; and now in prospect near,
To charge their foes they march, a glittring band, And in their van doth bold Azuriel ftand.
What rage that hour did Albion's foul poffefs, Let chiefs imagine, and let lovers guess ! Forth issuing from his ranks, that strove in vain . To check his course, athwart the dreadful plain He strides, indignant: and with haughty cries. To single fight the fairy prince defies.
Forbear, ralh youth, th’ unequal war to try; Nor, sprung from mortals, with immortals, vie. No god stands ready to avert thy doom, Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come, My words are vain—no words the wretch can move, By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love: . He longs, he burns to win the glorious prize, And sees no danger, while he sees her eyes.
Now from each host the eager warriors start, And furious Albion fings his hasty dart : 'Twas feather'd from the bee's transparent 'wing, And its shaft ended in a hornets sting; But, toss’d in rage, it flew without a wound, High o'er the foe, and guiltlefs pierc'd the ground. Not fo Azuriel's : with un-erring aim Too near the needle-pointed javelin came,
Drove through the feven-fold shield, and filken vest,
His useless steel brave Albion wields no more,
Lie rent and mangled : and the gaping wound
Kenna farewel :' and figh'd his soul away.
His fall the Dryads with loud shrieks deplore, By sister Naiads echo'd from the shore, Thence down to Neptune's secret realms convey'd, Through grots, and glooms, and many a coral shade. The sea's great fire, with looks denouncing war, The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly carr: With one stern frown the wide-fpread deep deforms, And works the madding ocean into storms. O’er foaming mountains, and through bursting tides, Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides, 'Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's roar It shoots, and lands him on the destin'd fore. .
Now fix'd on earth his tow'ring stature stood, Hung o'er the mountains, and o’erlook'd the wood. To Brumpton's grove one ample stride he took, (The valleys trembled, and the forests shook) The next huge step reach'd the devoted shade, .; Where choak’d in blood was wretched Albion laid :