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Accept, great Anne!the tears their mem'ry draws Who nobly perish'd in their sov’reign's cause; For thou in pity bidit the war give o'er, 310 Mournst thy slain heroes, nor wilt venture more. Vast price of blood on each victorious day! (But Europe's freedom doth that price repay.) Iamented triumphs! when one breath must tell That Marlb'rough conquer'd and that Dormer fell. Great Queen! whose name strikes haughty monarchs pale,

316 On whose juit fceptre hangs Europa's scale, Whose arm like Mercy wounds, decides like Fate, On whose decree the nations anxious wait; From Albion's cliffs thy wide extended hand

320 Shall o'er the main to far Peru command; So vast a track whose wide domain shall run Its circling {kies fhall see no setting fun! Thee, thee an hundred languages shall claim, And savage Indians Twear by Anna's name; 325 The line and poles shall own thy rightful sway, And thy conımands the fever'd globe obey.

Round the vast ball thy new dominions chain The wai'ry kingdoms and control the nain; Magellan's sraits to Gibraltar they join, 330 across the seas a formidable line. The light of adverse Gaul we fear no more, But pleas'd fee Dunkirk now a guiltless shore,

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In vain great Neptune tore the narrow ground,
And meant his waters for Britannia's bound; 335
Her giant Genius takes a mighty stride,
And sets his foot beyond th' encroaching tide;
On either bank the land its master knows,
And in the midst the subject ocean flows.

So near proud Rhodes across the raging flood, 340
Stupendous form! the vast Colossus stood,
(While at one foot their thronging gallies ride)
A whole hour's fail scarce reach'd the further side,
Betwixt his brazen thighs in loose array
Ten thousand streamers on the billows play: 345

By Harley's counsels Dunkirk now resor'd
To Britain's empire owns her ancient lord:
In him transfus'd his godlike father reigns,
Rich in the blood which (well’d that patriot's veins,
Who boldly faithful met his sov’reign’s frown, 350
And scorn'd for gold to yield th' important town.
His son was born the ravilh'd prey to claim,
And France still trembles at an Harley's name.

A fort so dreadful to our English shore
Our fleets scarce fear'd the fands or tempests more, 355
Whose vast expenses to such sums amount,
That the tax'd Gaul scarce furnith'd out th’account,
Whose walls such bulwarks such vait tow'rsrestrain,
Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main.
His boast great Louis yields, and cheaply buys 360°
Thy friendship, Anna! with the mighty prize.

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Holland repining, and in grief cast down,
Sccs the new glories of the British crown.
Ah! may they ne'er provoke thée to the fight,
Nor foes nioze dreadful than the Gaulia vite; 365
Soon may tirey hold the olive, foon affuage
Their secret murmurs, nor call forth thy rage
To rend their banks, and pour at onc command
Thy realm the sea o'er their precarious land.

Henceforth be thine, Vicegerent of the skies! 370
Scorn'd worth to raise, and Vice in robes chastise,
To dry the orphan's tears, and from the bar
Chase the brib'd judge, and hush the wordy war;
Deny the curft blafphemer's tongue to rage,
And turn God's fury from an impious age. 375
Bleft change! the soldier's late destroying hand
Shall rear new teniples in his native land;
Mistaken zealots shall with fear behold,
And beg admittance in our facred fold;
On her own works the pious queen ihall smile, 3.80
And turn her cares upon her fav'rite ille.

So the keen bolt a warriour angel ains,
Array'd in clouds and wrapt in mantling flames;
He bears a tempest on his founding wings,
And his red arm the forky vengeance flinge: 385
At length Heav'n's wrath appeas'd he quits the war
To roll his orb and guide his destin'd star,
To thed kind fate and lucky hours bestow,
And smile propitious on the world below,

Around thy throne shall faithful nobles wait; 390 These guard the church and those direct the state. To Bristol, graceful in niaternal tears, The Church her tow'ry forehead gently rears; She begs her pious son t' affert her cause, Defend her rights, and reinforce her laws; 395 With holy zeal the sacred work begin To bend the stubborn and the meek to win.

Our Oxford's Earl in careful thought shall stand To raise his queen and save a finking land.

399 The wealthiest glebe to rav’nous Spaniards known He marks, and makes the golden world our own, Content with hands unsoild to guard the prize, And keep the store with undesiring eyes.

So round the tree that bore Hesperian gold The sacred watch lay curl'd in many a fold; 495 His eyes uprearing to th’untafted prey The sleepless guardian wasted life away.

Beneath the peaceful olives rais'd by you Her ancient pride shall ev'ry art renew, (The arts with you fam’d Harcourt shall defend, 410 And courtly Bolingbroke, the Muse's friend.) With piercing eye fome search where Nature plays, And trace the wanton chro' her darkfome maze, Whence health from herbs, from feeds how groves How vital streams in circling eddies run; [begun, Some teach why round the fun the spheres advance In the fix'd measures of their nystick dance; 417

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How tides when heav'd by pressing moons o’erflow,
And sunborn Iris paints her show'ry bow.
In happy chains our daring language bound 420
Shall Iport no more in arbitrary found,
But bulkin'd bards henceforth shall wisely rage,
And Grecian plans reform Britannia's stage.
Till Congreve bids her smile Augusta stands,
And longs to weep when flowing Rowe commands.
Pritain's Spectators shall their strength combine 426
To mendour morals and our taste reline,
Fight virtue's cause, stand up in wit's defence,
Win us from vice, and laugh us into sense.
Nor, Prior! halt thou hush'd the trump in vain; 439
Thy lyre shall now revive her mirthful strain;
New talcs shall now be told: if right I fee
1re foul of Chaucer is reftor'd in thee.
Garth in majestick numbers to the stars
Shall raise mock heroes and fantastick wars. 433
Like the young spreading laurel, Pope! thy name
Shoots up with strength and rises into fame.
With Philips Mall the peaceful vallies ring,
And Britain hear a second Spenser sing.
That much lov'd youth whom Utrecht's walls confine
To Bristol's praises shall his Strafford's join: 441
He too from whom attentive Oxford draws
Rules for just thinking and pocrick laws,
To growing bards his learned aid shall lend,
The itriciest critick and the kindci fricnd.

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