VII.

The British Pallas! who, as Homer's did
For her lov'd Diomede,

Her hero's mind with wisdom fills,
And heav'nly courage in his heart inftils.
Hence through the thickest squadrons does he ride,
With ANNA's angels by his fide.
With what uncommon speed

He spurs his foaming, fiery steed,

And pushes on through midmost fires,
Where France's fortune, with her fons, retires!
Now here, now there, the fweeping ruin flies;
e As when the Pleiades arife,

The fouthern wind afflicts the skies,

Then mutt'ring o'er the deep, buffets th' unruly brine, 'Till clouds and water seem to join.

Homer, in his fifth Iliad, because his hero is to do wonders beyond the power of man, premifes, in the beginning, that Pallas had peculiarly fitted him for that day's exploits.

Indomitas prope qualis undas
Exercet Auster, Pleiadum choro
Scindente nubes, impiger hoftium
Vexare turmas, & frementem
-Mittere equum medios per ignes.
Sic tauriformis volvitur Aufidus,
Qui regna Dauni præfluit Appuli,
Cum fævit, horrendamque cultis
Diluviem meditatur agris.

Or as a dyke, cut by malicious hands,
O'erflows the fertile Netherlands.

Through the wide yawn, th' impetuous fea
Lavish of his new liberty,

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:

The weeping shepherd from an hill bewails the watʼry reign.
VIII.

So rapid flows the unimprison'd ftream!
So ftrong the force of MINDELHEIM!
In vain the woods of Audenard

Would shield the Gaul, a fenceless guard.
As foon may whirlwinds be with-held,

AS MARLB'ROUGH's footsteps o'er the foaming Scheld.
In vain the torrent would oppose,

In vain arm'd banks, and hofts of foes:

The foes with coward hafte retire,

Fly fafter than the river flows,

And fwifter than our fire.

Vendofme from far upbraids their shame, And pleads his royal master's fame. "By Condè's mighty ghoft," he cries, "By Turenne, Luxemburgh, and all "Thofe noble fouls who fell a facrifice

" At

"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
Is loft in the regardless air:

As well he may

The billows of the ocean ftay;

While CHURCHILL like a driving wind,
Or high spring-tide, purfues behind,
And with redoubled fpeed urges their forward way.
IX.

Nor lefs, EUGENIUS, thy important care,
Thou fecond thunder-bolt of war!

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 fpring:
To tell how Death did enviously repine,
To fee a friendship so divine;
When in a ball's destroying form she past,
And mark'd thy threaten'd brow at last,
But durft not touch that facred brain,
Where Europe's mightiest counfels 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

everthrow, 1648.

As cruel Brennus once, infulting Gaul,
When he, at Allia's fatal flood,

Had fill'd the plains with Roman blood,
With conscious awe forfook the capitol,
Where Jove, revenger of profaneness, flood.
X.

But where the good and brave command, What capitol, what bulwark can withstand? Virtue, approv'd of heav'n, can pass

Through walls, through tow'rs, and gates of brass.
Lifle, like a mistress, had been courted long,
By all the valiant and the young,

The fairest progeny of Vauban's art;
"Till SAVOY's warlike prince withstood
Her frowning terrors, and through feas of blood
Tore the bright darling from th' old tyrant's heart.
Such & Buda faw him, when proud " Apti fell,
Unhappy, valiant infidel !

h

Who, vanquifh'd by fuperior ftrength
Surrender'd up his haughty breach,

Upon the breach measuring his manly length,
And fhun'd the bow-ftring by a nobler death.

He bore a confiderable fhare in the glory of that day on which Buda was taken.

He was Baffau of the city, and loft his life on the breach.

XI. Such

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XI.

Such Harfcam's field beheld him in his bloom,
When Victory bespoke him for her own,

Her fav'rite, immortal fon,

And told of better years revolving on the loom :
How he should make the Turkish crefcent wane,
And choke Tibifcus with the flain;
While Viziers lay beneath the lofty pile
Of flaughter'd Baffaus, who o'er Baffaus roll'd;
And all his num'rous acts she told,

From Latian Carpi down to Flandrian Lisle.
XII.

Honour with open arms, receives at last
The heroes who through Virtue's temple past;
And show'rs down laurels from above,

On those whom heav'n and ANNA love.

i 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 reafon had the honour to be the firft meffenger of this happy news to the emperor.

* 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 Baflaus (five of which had been Viziers of the bench) were killed, befides the fupreme Vizier,