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In filent raptare each his foe surveys;
Methinks I hear more friendly shouts rebound,
Ye gen'roas Fair! receive the brave with fmiles; O'erpay their fleepless nights and crown their toils: Soft beauty is the gallant foldier's due;
45 For you they conquer and they bleed for you. In vain proud Gaul with boastful Spain confpires“ When English valour English beauty firës. The nations dread your eyes, and kings despair Of chiefs fo brave till they have' nymphs so fair. 50
See the fond wife, in tears of transport drown'd, Hugs her rough lord, and weeps o'er ev'ry wound, Hangs on the lips that fields of blood relate, And smiles or trembles at his various fate.
Near the full bowl he draws the fancy'd line, 55
Such dire achievements sings the bard that tells
65 The goblin's fury and the dragon's flame.
Our eager youth to distant nations run To visit fields their valiant fathers won; From Flandria's shore their country's fame they trace, Till far Germania fnews her blasted face. Th’exulting Briton alks his mournful guide Where his hard fate the lost Bavaria try'd, Where Stepney grav'd the stone to Anna's fame? He points to Blenheim, once a vulgar name. Here fled the Household, there did Tallard yield, 75 Here Marlb'rough turn'd the fortune of the field: On those steep banks near Danube's raging flood The Gauls thrice started back and trembling stood: When Churchill's arm perceiv'd they stood not long, But plung’damidit the waves a defp'rate throng! 80 Crowds whelm'd on crowds daih'd wide the wat'ry And drove the current to its distant head, [bed,
As when by Raphael's or by Kneller's hands
90 In fancy'd fights he sees the troops engage, And all the tempest of the battle rage.
Charm me, ye Pow'rs! with scenes less nobly bright; Far hunıbler thougʻrts th’ inglorious Mufe delight, Content to see the honours of the field
95 By ploughshares levell’d or in flow'rs conceal'd. O’er shatter'd walls may creeping ivy twine, And grafs luxuriant clothe the harmlefs mine; Tame flocks ascend the breach without a wound, Or crop the bastion, now a fruitful ground, Іоо While shepherds sleep along the rampart laid, Or pipe beneath the formidable fhade.
Who was the man, oblivion blast his name, To:n out and blotted from the list of Fame! Who fond of lawless rule and proudly brave IOS First sunk the filial fubject to a flave, His neighbours' realms by frauds uakingly gain'd, In guiltless blood the sacred ermine stain'd, Laid schemes for dcatn, to slaughter turn'd his heart, And fitted murder to the rules of art!
Ah! curft Ambition! to thy lurés we'owe
120 Then mix'd with rubbish by the brutal focs In vain the marble breathes the canvass glows; To flades obscure the glitt'ring sword pursues The gentle poet and defenceless Muse: A voice like thine alone might then affuage The warriour's fury' and control his rage; To hear thee speak miglit the fierce Vandal stand, And fiing the brandifl'd sabre from his hand.
Far hence be driv'n to Scythia's stormy shore The drum's harsh musick and the cannon's roar. 130 Let grim Bellona haunt the lawless plain Where Tartar clans and grisly Cossacks reign; Let the feel'd Turk be deaf to matrons' cries, See virgins ravish'd with relentlefs eyes, To death grey hcads and smiling infants doom, 135 Nor spare the promise of the pregnant womb, O'er wafted kingdoms fpread his wide command, The favage lord of an unpeopled land!
Her guiltless glory just Britannia draws
Amidst the world of waves fo stands ferene
Have we forgot how from great Russia's throne