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........Sing, heavenly Muse! Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme,”

A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire. HAPPY the man who; void of cares and strife, A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain New oysters cry'd, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie, or Town-hall' repairs : Where, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames, Chloe, or Phillis, he each circling glass Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping Penury surrounds, And Hunger, sure attendant upon Want, With scanty ofials, and small acid tiff, (Wretched repast !) my meagre corpse sustain : Then solitary walk, or doze at home In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black As winter-chimney, or well-polish'd jet, Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent: Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size, Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree, Sprung from Cadwallador and Arthur, kings Full famous in romantic tale) when he O’er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese, High over-shadowing rides, with a design To vend bis wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, Or Maridunum, or the antient town Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Encircles Ariconjum, fruitful soil ! Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monster! hated by gods and men,
To my aërial citadel ascends,
With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound.
What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd,
Confounded, to the dark recess I fly
Of wood-hole; straight mv bristling hairs erect
Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews
My shuddering limbs, and (won-lerful to tell!)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;
So horrible he seems! His faded brow,
Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard,
And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints,
Disastrous acts forbode; in his right hand
Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves,
With characters and figures dire inscrib'd,
Grievous to mortal eyes ; (ye gods, avert
Such plagues from righteous men!) Behind him

Another monster, not imlike himself,
Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar callid
A catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods,
With force incredible, and magic charms,
First have endued : if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated shonlder lay
Of debtor, straight his body, to the touch
Obsequious (as whilom knights were wont)

Co some enchanted castle is convey'd,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
In durance strict detain him, till, in form
Of money, Pallas sets the captive free.

Beware, ye debtors! when ye walk, beware,
Be circumspect; oft with insidions ken
The caitiff eyes your steps aloof, and oft
Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave,
Prompt to enchant some inadvertent wretch
With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets sing)
Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn
An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap,

"Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.

Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice
Sure ruin. So her disembowell'd web

Arachne, in a ball or kitchen, spreads

From low and abject themes the groveling Muse Obvious to vagrant flies: she secret stands

Now mounts aërial, to sing of arms
Within her woven cell; the humming prey, Triumphant, and emblaze the martial acts
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils

Of Britain's hero; may the verse not sink
Inextricable, nor will aught avail

Beneath his merits, but detain a while Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue; Thy ear, O Harley'! (though thy country's weal The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, Depends on thee, though mighty Anne requires And butterfly, proud of expanded wings

Thy hourly counsels) since, with every art Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, Thyself adori'd, the mean essays of youth Useless resistance make: with cager strides, Thou wilt not damp, but guide, wherever found, She towering flies to her expected spoils;

The willing genius to the Muses' seat: Then, with envenom'd jaws, the vital blood Therefore thee first, and last, the Muse shall sing. Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave

Long had the Gallic monarch, uncontrol'd, Their bulky carcasses triumphant drags.

Enlarg'd his borders, and of human force So pass my days. But, when nocturnal shades Opponent slightly thought, in heart elate, This world envelop, and th' inclement air

As erst Sesostris; (proud Egyptian king, Persuades men to repel benunbing frosts

That monarchs harness'd to his chariot yok'd, With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood; (Base servitude!) and his dethron'd compeers Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light Lash'd furious; they in sullen majesty Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk Drew the uneasy load) nor less he aim'd Of loving friend, delights; distress'd, forlorn, At universal sway: for William's arm Amidst the horrours of the tedious night,

Could nought avail, however fam'd in war; Darkling I sigh, and feed with dismal thoughts Nor armies leagu'd, that diversly essay'd My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse To curb his power enormous; like an oak, Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades, That stands secure, though all the winds employ Or desperate lady near a purling stream,

Their ceaseless roar, and only sheds its leaves, Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.

Or mast, which the revolving spring restores: Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought,

So stood he, and alone; alone defy'd And restless wish, and rave; my parched throat The European thrones combin'd, and still Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose:

Had set at nought their machinations vain, But if a slumber haply does invade

But that great Anne, weighing th' events of war My weary limbs, my fancy 's still awake,

Momentous, in her prudent heart, thee chose, Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, Thee, Churchill! to direct in nice extremes Tipples imaginary pots of ale,

Her banner'd legions. Now their pristine worth In vain; awake I find the settled thirst

The Britons recollect, and gladly change Still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curse. Sweet native home for unaccustom'd air,

Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd, And other climes, where different food and soil Nor taste the fruits that the Sun's genial rays Portend distempers; over dank, and dry, Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach,

They journey toilsome, unfatigued with length Nor walnut in rough-furrow'd coat secure,

Of march, unstruck with horrour at the sight Nor medlar, fruit delicious in decay;

Of Alpine ridges bleak, high-stretching hills, AMictions great! yet greater still remain :

All white with summer's snows. They go beyond My galligaskins, that have long withstood

The trace of English steps, where scarce the sound The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,

Of Henry's arms arriv'd; such strength of heart By time subdued (what will not time subdue !) Thy conduct and example gives; nor small An horrid chasm disclos'd with orifice

Encouragement : Godolphin, wise and just, Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds

Equal in merit, honour, and success,
Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force

To Burleigh: (fortunate alike to serve
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, The best of queens) he, of the royal store
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,

Splendidly frugal, sits whole nights devoid
Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship, Of sweet repose, industrious to procure
Long sail'd secure, or through th' Ægean deep, The soldier's ease; to regions far remote
Or the lonian, till cruising near

His care extends; and to the British host The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush

Makes ravish'd countries plenteous as their own. On Scylla, or Charybdis (dangerous rocks !) And now, O Churchill ! at thy wish'd approach She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'd oak, The Germans, hopeless of success, forlom, So fierce a shock unable to withstand,

With many an inroad gor’d, their drooping cheer Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side

New-animated rouze; not more rejoice The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage, The miserable race of men, that live Resistless, overwhelming ; horrours seize

Benighted half the year, benumb'd with frosts The mariners; Death in their eyes appears, Perpetual, and rough Boreas' keenest breath, They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they Under the polar Bear, inclement sky! pray:

When first the Sun with new-born light removes (Vain efforts !) still the battering waves rush in, Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam,

" This poem was inscribed to the right honourThe ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss. able Robert Harley, esq. 1705, then speaker of the

honourable house of commons, and secretary of state.

The long-incumbent gloom; gladly to thee Where stern Bellona, with one final stroke,
Heroic laureld Engene yields the prime,

Adjudg'd the empire of this globe to one.
Nor thinks it diminution to be rank'd

Here the Bavarian duke his brigades leads,
In military honour next, although

Gallant in arms, and gaudy to behold,
His deadly hand shook the Turchestan throne Bold champion! brandishing his Noric blade,
Accurs'd, and prov'd in far-divided lands

Best-temper'd steel, successless prov'd in field! Victorious; on thy powerful sword alone

Next Tallard, with his Celtic infantry Germania and the Belgic coast relies, [Anne Presumptuous comes; here Churchill, not so prompt Won from th' encroaching sea: that sword great To vaunt as fight, bis hardy cohorts joins Fix'd not in vain on thy puissant side,

With Eugene's German force. Now from each When thee sh' enroll d her garter'd knights among, The brazen instruments of Death discharge Illustrating the noble list; her hand

Horrific fames, and turbid streaming clouds Assures good omens, and Saint George's worth Of smoke sulphureous; intermixt with these Enkindles like desire of high exploits.

Large globous irons fly, of dreadful biss, Immediate sieges, and the tire of war,

Singeing the air, and from long distance bring Roll in thy eager mind; thy plumy crest

Surprising slanghter; on each side they fy Nods horrible; with more terrific port

By chains connext, and with destructive sweep Thou walk'st, and seem'st already in the fight. Behead whole troops at once; the hairy scalps

What spoils, what conquests, then did Albion hope Are whirl'd aloof, while numerous trunks bestrew From thy achievements! yet thou hast surpast Th' ensanguin'd field: with latent mischief stor'd Her-boldest vows, exceeded what thy foes

Showers of granadoes rain, by sudden burst Could fear or fancy; they, in multitude

Disploding murderous bowels, fragments of steel, Superior, fed their thoughts with prospect vain And stones, and glass, and nitrous grain adust; Of victory and rapine, reckoning what

A thousand ways at once the shiver'd orbs From ransom'd captives would accrue. Thus one Fly diverse, working torment, and foul rout Jovial his mate bespoke : “O friend, observe With deadly bruise, and gashes furrow'd deep. How gay with all th' accoutrements of war Of pain impatient, the bigh-prancing steeds The Britons come, with gold well fraught, they come Disdain the curb, and, flinging to and fro, Thus far our prey, and tempt us to subdue Spurn their dismounted riders; they expire Their recreant force; how will their bodies stript Indignant, by unhostile wounds destroy'd. Enrich the victors, while the vultures sate

Thus through each army Death in various shapes Their maws with full repast !"-Another, warm'd Prevail'd; here mangled limbs, here brains and gore With high ambition, and conceit of prowess Lie clotted ; lifeless some: with anguish these Inherent, arrogantly thus presum'd:

Gnashing, and loud laments invoking aid, “ What if this sword, fuil often drench'd in blood Unpity'd, and unheard; the louder din Of base antagonists, with griding edge

Of guns, and trumpets' clang, and solemn sound Should now cleave sheer the execrable head Of drums, o'ercame their groans. In equal scale Of Churchill, met in arms! or if this hand, Long hung the fight; few marks of fear were seen, Soon as his army disarray'd 'gins swerve,

None of retreat. As when two adverse winds, Should stay him flying, with retentive gripe, Sublim'd from dewy vapours, in mid-sky Confounded and appallid! no trivial price

Engage with horrid shock, the ruled brine Should set him free, nor small should be my praise Roars stormy, they together dash the clouds, To lead him shackled, and expos'd to scorn Levying their equal force with utmost rage; Of gathering crowds, the Britons' boasted chief.” Long undecided lasts the airy strife:

Thus they, in sportive mood, their empty taunts So they incens'd; till Churchill, viewing where And menaces exprest; nor could their prince The violence of Tallard most prevail'd, In arms, vain Tallard, from opprobrious speech Came to oppose his slaughtering arm; with speed Refrain: “Why halt ye thus, ye Britons? Why Precipitant be rode, urging his way Decline the war? Shall a morass forbid

O’er hills of gasping heroes, and fall'n steeds Your easy march ? Advance; we'll bridge a way, | Rolling in death: Destruction, grim with blood, Safe of access." Imprudent, thus t'invite

Attends his furious course. Him thus enrag'd, A furious lion to his folds! That boast

Descrying from afar, some engineer, He ill abides; captiv'd, in other plight

Dextrous to guide th’ unerring charge, design'd He soon revisits Britany, that once

By one nice shot to terminate the war. Resplendent came, with stretch'd retinue girt, With aim direct the levellid bullet flew, And pompous pageantry; O hapless fate,

But miss'd her scope (for Destiny withstood If any arm, but Churchill's, had prevail'd! Th’approaching wound) and guiltless plough'd her

No need such boasts, or exprobrations false Beneath his courser; round his sacred head (way Of cowardice; the military mound

The glowing balls play innocent, while he The British files transcend, in evil hour

With dire impetuous sway deals fatal blows For their proud foes, that fondly brav'd their fate. Amongst the scatter'd Gauls. But O! beware, And now on either side the trumpets blew,

Great warrior! nor, too prodigal of life, Signal of onset, resolution firm

Expose the British safety: hath not Jove Inspiring, and pernicious love of war.

Already warnd thee to withdraw ? Reserve The adverse fronts in rueful conflict meet,

Thyself for other palms. Ev'n now thy aid, Collecting all their might; for on th' event Eugene, with regiments unequal prest, Decisive of this bloody day depends

Awaits; this day of all his honours gain'd The fate of kingdoms : with less vehemence Despoils him, if thy succour opportune The great competitors for Rome engag'd,

Defends not the sad hour: permit not thou Cæsar, and Pompey, on Pharsalian plains,

So brave a leader with the vulgar herd

To bite the ground unnoted.-Swift, and fierce From ruin impendent, and th' afflicted throne As wintry storm, he flies, to reinforce

Imperial, that once lorded o'er the world, The vielding wing; in Gallic blood again

Sustain'd. With prudent stay, he long deferr'd He des his reeking sword, and strews the ground The rough contention, nor would deign to rout W.th headless ranks: (so Ajax interpos'd

An host disparted ; when in union firin His sevenfold shield, and screen'd Laertes' son, Embody'd they advanc'd, collecting all For valour much, and warlike wiles, renown'd, Their strength, and worthy seem'd to be subdued : When the insulting Trojans urg'd him sore He the proud boasters sent, with stern assault, With tilted spears) unmanly dread invades Down to the realms of Night. The British souls, The French astony'd; straight their useless arms (A lamentable race!) that ceas'd to breathe, They quit, and in ignoble flight contide,

On Landen-plains, this heavenly gladsome air, Unseemly yelling; distant hills return

Exult to see the crowding ghosts descend The hideous noise. What can they do? or how Unnumber'd; well aveng'd, they quit the cares Withstand his wide-destroying sword? or where Of mortal life, and drink th' oblivious lake. Find shelter, thus repuls'd? Behind, with wrath Not so the new inhabitants: they roam Resistless, th' eager English champions press, Erroneous, and disconsolate; themselves Chastizing tardy flight; before them rolls Accusing, and their chiefs, improvident His current swift, the Danube vast and deep, Of military chance; when lo! they see, Supreme of rivers ! to the frightful brink, Through the dun mist, in blooming beauty fresh, Urg'd by compulsive arms, soon as they reach'd, Two lovely youths, that amicably walked New horrour chill'd their veins: devote they saw O'er verdant meads, and pleas'd, perhaps, revolv'd Themselves to wretched doom ; with efforts vain, Anna's late conquests; one?, to empire born, Encourag'd by despair, or obstinate

Egregious prince, whose manly childhood show'd To fall like men in arms, some dare renew

His mingled parents, and portended joy Feeble engagement, meeting glorious fate

Unspeakable; thou 3, his associate dear On the firm land; the rest, discomfited,

Once in this world, nor now by Fate disjoin'd, And push'd by Marlborough's avengeful hand, Had thy presiding star propitious shone, Leap plunging in the wide-extended food.

Should'st Churchill be! but Heaven severe cut short Bands numerous as the Memphian soldiery, Their springing years, nor would this isle sbould boast That swell’d the Erythræan wave, when wall'd Gifts so important! them the Gallic shades The unfroze waters marvellously stood,

Surveying, read in either radiant look Observant of the great command. Upborne Marks of excessive dignity and grace, By frothy billows thousands float the stream Delighted ; till, in one, their curious eye In cumbrous mail, with love of further shore; Discerns their great subduer's awful mien, Confiding in their hands, that sed'lous strive And corresponding features fear; to them To cut th' outrageous fluent : in this distress, Confusion! straight the airy phantoms fleet, Ev'n in the sight of Death, some tokens show With headlong haste, and dread a new pursuit. Of fearless friendship, and their sinking mates The image pleas'd with joy paternal smiles. Sustain: vain love, though laudable! absorb'd Enough, O Muse: the sadly-pleasing theme By a fierce eddy, they together sound

Leave, with these dark abodes, and reascend The vast profundity; their horses paw

To breathe the upper air, where triumphs wait The swelling surge with fruitless toil: surcharg'd, The conqueror, and sav'd nations' joint acclaim. And in his course obstructed by large spoil,

Hark! how the cannon, inoflensive now, The river flows redundant, and attacks

Gives signs of gratulation ; struggling crowds The lingering remnant with unusual tide;

From every city flow; with ardent gaze Then rolling back, in his capacious lap

Fix'd they behold the British guide, of sight
Ingulfs their whole militia, quick immers’d. Insatiate; whilst his great redeeming hand
So when some sweltering travellers retire

Each prince affects to touch respectful. See
To leafy shades, near the cool sunless verge How Prussia's king transported entertains
Of Paraba, Brazilian stream; her tail

His mighty guest! to him the royal pledge,
Of vast extension from her watry den,

Hope of his realm, commits (with better fate, A grisly Hydra suddenly shoots forth,

Than to the Trojan chief Evander gave Insidious, and with curl'd envenom'd train

Unhappy Pallas) and entreats to show Embracing horridly, at once the crew

The skill and rudiments austere of war. Into the river whirls: th' unweeting prey

See, with what joy, bim Leopold declares
Entwisted roars, th' affrighted food rebounds. His great deliverer; and courts t'accept

Nor did the British squadrons now surcease Of titles, with superior modesty
To gall their foes o'erwhelm'd; full many felt Better refus'd! Meanwhile the haughty king
In the moist element a scorching death,

Far humbler thoughts now learns: despair, and fear,
Pierc'd sinking; shrouded in a dusky cloud Now first he feels ; his laurels all at once
The current flows, with livid missive dames

Torn from his aged head in life's extreme, Boiling, as once Pergamean Xanthus boil'd, Distract his soul! nor can great Boileau's harp Inflam'd by Vulcan, when the swift-footed son Of various sounding wire, best taught to calın Of Peleus to his baleful banks pursued

Whatever passion, and exalt the soul The straggling Trojans : nor less eager drove With highest strains, his languid spirits cheer : Victorious Churchill his desponding foes

Rage, shame, and grief, alternate in his breast. Into the deep immense, that many a league

But who can tell what pangs, what sharp remorse, Empurpled ran, with gushing gore distain'd. Torment the Boian prince? from native soil

Thus the experienc'd valour of one man, Mighty in conflict, rescued harass'd powers

2 Duke of Gloucester. 3 Marquis of Blandford.

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Exil'd by Fate, torn from the dear embrace Contend for sway? unhappy nation, left
Of weeping consort, and depriv'd the sight Thus free of choice! The English, undisturb'd
Of his young guiltless progeny, he seeks

With such sad privilege, submiss obey
Inglorious shelter, in an alien land;

Whom Heaven ordains supreme, with reverence due, Deplorable! but that his mind averse

Not thraldom, in fit liberty secure : To right, and insincere, would violate

From sceptred kings, in long descent derivd, His plighted faith: why did he not accept Thou, Anna, rulest; prudent to promote Friendly composure offer'd? or well weigh

Thy people's ease at home, nor studious less
With whom he must contend? encountering fierce Of Europe's good; to thee, of kingly right,
The Solymean sultan, he o'erthrew

Sole arbitress, declining thrones, and powers
His moony troops, returning bravely smear'd Sue for relief; thou bid'st thy Churchill go,
With Painim blood effus'd; nor did the Gaul Saccour the injur'd realms, defeat the hopes
Not find him once a baleful foe: but when, Of haughty Louis, unconfin'd; he goes
Of counsel rash, new measures he pursues,

Obsequious, and the dread command fulfils, Unhappy prince! (no more a prince) he sees In one great day. Again thou giv'st in charge Too late his errour, forc'd t’ implore relief

To Rooke, that he should let that monarch know, Of him, he once defy'd. O destitute

The empire of the ocean wide diffus'd Of hope, unpity'd! thou should'st first have thought Is thine; behold! with winged speed he rides Of persevering stedfast; now upbraid

Undaunted o'er the labouring main t' assert Thy own inconstant, ill-aspiring heart.

Thy liquid kingdoms; at his near approach Lo! how the Noric plains, through thy default The Gallic navies, impotent to bear Rise hilly, with large piles of slaughter'd knights, His volly'd thunder, torn, dissever'd, scud, Best men, that warr'd still firmly for their prince And bless the friendly interposing night. Though faithless, and unshaken duty show'd; Hail, mighty queen ! reserv'd by Pate to grace Worthy of better end. Where cities stood, The new-born age: what hopes may we conceive Well fenc'd and numerous, desolation reigns, Of future years, when to thy early reign And emptiness; dismay'd, infed, unhous'd, Neptune submits his trident, and thy arms The widow and the orphan strole around

Already have prevail'd to th' utmost bound The desert wide; with oft-retorted eye

Hesperian, Calpe, by Alcides fix'd, They view the gaping walls, and poor remains Mountain sublime, that casts a shade of length Of mansions, once their own, (now loathsome haunts Immeasurable, and rules the inland waves! Of birds obscene) bewailing loud the loss

Let others, with insatiate thirst of rule, Of spouse, or sire, or son, ere manly priine, Invade their neighbours lands, neglect the ties Slain in sad conflict, and complain of Fate

Of leagues and oaths; this thy peculiar praise As partial, and too rigorous; nor find

Be still, to study right, and quell the force Where to retire themselves, or where appease Of kings perfidious; let them learn from thee, Th’ affictive keen desire of food, expos'd

That neither strength, nor policy refin'd, To winds, and storms, and jaws of savage beasts. Shall with success be crown'd, where justice fails.

Thrice happy Albion! from the world disjoin'd Thou, with thy own content, not for thyself, By Heaven propitious, blissful seat of peace ! Subduest regions, generous to raise Learn from thy neighbours' miseries to prize The suppliant knee, and curb the rebel neck. Thy welfare ; crown'd with Nature's choicest gift. The German boasts thy conquests, and enjoys Remote thou hear'st the dire effect of war, The great advantage; nought to thee redounds Depopulation, void alone of fear

But satisfaction from thy conscious mind. And peril, whilst the dismal symphony

Auspicious queen! since in thy realms secure Of drums and clarions, other realms annoys. Of peace thon reign'st, and victory attends Th' Iberian sceptre undecided, here

Thy distant ensigns, with compassion view Engages mighty hosts in wasteful strife:

Europe embroild; still thou (for thou alone From different climes the flower of youth descends Sufficient art) the jarring kingdoms' ire, Down to the Lusitanian vales, resolvid

Reciprocally ruinous; say who With utmost hazard to enthrone their prince, Shall wield th' Hesperian, who the Polish sword, Gallic or Austrian; havoc dire ensues,

By thy decree? the trembling lands shall hear And wild uproar: the natives, dubious whom Thy voice, obedient, lest thy scourge should bruise They must obey, in consternation wait,

Their stubborn necks, and Churchill, in his wrath, Till rigid Conquest will pronounce their liege. Make them remember Blenheim with regret. Nor is the brazen voice of War unheard

Thus shall the nations, aw'd to peace, extol On the mild Latian shore: what sighs and tears Thy power and justice: Jealousies and Fears, Hath Eugene caus'd! how many widows curse And Hate infernal, banish’d, shall retire His cleaving falchion! fertile soil in vain!

To Mauritania, or the Bactrian coasts,
What do thy pastures, or thy vines avail,

Or Tartary, engendering discords fell
Best boon of Heaven! or huge Taburnus, cloth'd Amongst the enemies of Truth; while arts
With olives, when the cruel battle mows

Pacific, and inviolable love,
The planters, with their harvest immature? Flourish in Europe. Hail, Saturnian days
See, with what outrage from the frosty north, Returning! in perpetual tenour run
The early-valiant Swede draws forth his wings Delectable, and shed your influence sweet
In battailous array, while Volga's stream

On virtuous Anna's head: ye happy days,
Sends opposite, in shaggy armour clad,

By her restor'd, her just designs complete, Her borderers : on mutual slaughter bent, And, mildly on her shining, bless the world! They rend their countries. How is Poland vex'd Thus, from the noisy world exempt, with ease With civil broils, while two elected kings

And plenty blest, amid the mazy groves,

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