-Rheni pacator et iftri..

Omnis in boc uno variis difcordia ceffit
Ordinibus: lætatur eques, plauditque fenator;
Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.

Claud.. de Laud. Stilic..

Effe aliquam in terris gentem quæ fuâ impenfâ, fuo labore ac periculo bella gerat pro libertate aliorum. Nece boc finitimis, aut propinquæ vicinitatis bominibus, aut terris continenti junctis præftet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe terrarum injuftum imperium fit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, potentiffima fint. Liv. Hift. lib. 33.

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HILE crowds of Princes your deferts proclaim,

Proud in their number to enrol your name;
While Emperors to you commit their cause,
And ANNA's praises crown the vast applause;
Accept, great leader, what the Mufe recites,
That in ambitious verfe attempts your fights,
Fir'd and tranfported with a theme fo new.
Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my view
Shine forth at once; fieges and ftorms appear,
And wars and conquefts fill th' important year,
Rivers of blood I fee, and hills of flain.
An iliad rifing out of one campaign.

The haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring pride,
His ancient bounds enlarg'd on ev'ry fide,
Pyrene's lofty barriers were fubdu'd,

And in the midst of his wide empire ftood;

Aufonia's

Aufonia's ftates, the victor to reftrain,

Oppos'd their Alps and Appennines in vain,

Nor found themselves, with ftrength of rocks immur'd, Behind their everlafting hills fecur'd ;.

The rifing Danube its long race began,

And half its courfe through the new conquefts ran;
Amaz'd and anxious for her Sovereign's fates,.
Germania trembled through a hundred states ;,
Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear;
He gaz'd around, but saw no fuccour near ;;
He gaz'd, and half-abandon'd to despair
His hopes on heav'n, and confidence in pray'r..
To Britain's Queen the nations turn their eyes,
On her refolves the western world relies,.
Confiding ftill, amidst its dire alarms,

In ANNA'S Councils, and in CHURCHILL'S arms,
Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent,,
To fit the guardian of the continent!

That fees her bravest son advanc'd so high,
And flourishing so near her Prince's eye;

Thy fav'rites grow not up by fortune's sport,
Or from the crimes, or follies of a court;
On the firm bafis of defert they rife,

From long-try'd faith, and friendship's holy tyes:

Their Sovereign's well-diftinguish'd fmiles they share, Her ornaments in peace, her ftrength in war;

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The nation thanks them with a public voice,

By fhow'rs of bleffings heav'n approves their choice; Envy itself is dumb, in wonder loft,

And factions strive who fhall applaud 'em most,.
Soon as foft vernal breezes warm the sky,
Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly;
Her chief already has his march begun,.
Croffing the provinces himself had won,.
'Till the Mofelle, appearing from afar,.
Retards the progress of the moving war.
Delightful ftream, had nature bid her fall
In diftant climes, far from the perjur'd Gaul ;;
But now a purchase to the sword the lies,
Her harvefts for uncertain owners rise,,
Each vineyard doubtful of its mafter grows,.
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows...
The discontented fhades of flaughter'd hofts,
That wander'd: on her banks, her heroes ghofts:
Hop'd, when they faw Britannia's arms appear,.
The vengeance due to their great deaths was near..
Our godlike leader, ere the ftream he paft,
The mighty scheme of all his labours caft,
Forming the wond'rous year within his thought;;
His bofom glow'd with battles yet unfought.
The long laborious march he first furveys,
And joins the diftant Danube to the Maefe,

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