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While in the lustre of his glowing lines,

While he, like his own Phocyas, snatch'd from viowy Th’ Arabian Paradise so gaily shines,

To fairer realms with ripen'd glory flew. With winy rivers, racy fruits, supply'd,

Humane, though witty; humble, though admir'd; And beauties sparkling in immortal pride,

Wept by the great, the virtuous sage expir'd! Gallants, you'll own, that a resistless fire

Still may the bard, beneath kind planets born, Did justly their enamour'd breasts inspire. Whom every Grace and every Muse adorn,

At first a numerous audience crown'd this play, Whose spreading fame has reach'd to foreign lands And kind applauses mark'd its happy way,

Receive some tribute too from British hands.

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But once such differing beauty met before,

When warrior Mars did Love's bright queen adore; OCCASIONED BY THE PEACE OF RYSWICK, pen Love's bright queen might seem less winning 1697. Ind Mars submit to his heroic air.


hdet Jove himself, imperial Jove, can show HEAR, Britain, hear a rough unpractis'd tongue, VA nobler mien, or more undaunted brow, Though rough my voice, the Muse inspires the song! When his strong arm, thro' Heav'n's ethereal plains, The heaven-born Muse; ev'n now she springs her Compels the kindled bolt, and awful rule maintains flight,

And now embark'd they seek the British Isles. And bears my raptur'd soul through untrac'd realms Pleas'd with the charge, propitious Ocean smiles. We mount aloft, and, in our airy way, (of light. Before, old Neptune smooths the liquid way; Retiring kingdoms far beneath survey.

Obsoquious Tritons on the surface play; Amid the rest a spacious tract appears,

And sportful dolphins, with a nimble glance, Obscure in view, and on its visage wears

To the bright Sun their glittering scales advance. Black hovering mists, which, thickening by degrees, In oozy beds profound the billows sleep, Extend a low'ring storm o'er earth and seas. No clamorous winds awake the silent deep; But, lo! an eastern light, arising high,

Rebuk'd, they whisper in a gentle breeze,
Drives the tempestuous wreck along the sky! And all around is universal peace.
Then thus the Muser"Look down, my son ! and see, Proceed, my Muse! The following pomp declare;
The bright procession of a deity!”

Say who, and what, the bright attendants were!
She spoke; the storm dispers'd; vanish'd the night; First Ceres, in her chariot seated high,
And well-known Europe stands disclos'd to sight. By harness'd dragons drawn along the sky;

Of various states, the various bounds appear; A cornucopia fill'd her weaker hand,
There wide Hispania, fruitful Gallia here;

Charg'd with the various offspring of the land,
Belgia's moist soil, conspicuous from afar, Fruit, flowers, and corn; her right a sickle bore;
And Flandria, long the field of a destructive war. A yellow wreath of twisted wheat she wore.
Germania too, with cluster'd vines o'erspread; Next father Bacchus with his tigers grac'd
And lovely Albion from her watery bed,

The show, and, squeezing clusters as he pass'd,
Beauteous above the rest, rears her auspicious head. Quaff'd flowing goblets of rich-flavour'd wine.
Beneath her chalky cliffs, sea-nymphs resort, In order, last succeed the tuneful Nine;
And awful Neptune keeps his reedy court;

Apollo too was there; behind him hung
His darling Thames, rich presents in his hand His useless quiver, and his bow unstrung;
Of bounteous Ceres, traverses the land;

He touch'd his golden lyre, and thus he sung.
And seems a mighty snake, whose shining pride “ Lead on, great Williaın! in thy happy reign
Does through the meads in sinuous volumes glide. Peace and the Muses are restor'd again.

Ah, charming Isle! fairest of all the main ! War, that fierce lion, long disdaining law,
Too long thou dost my willing eye detain.

Rang'd uncontrol'd, and kept the world in awe,
Por see a bero on the adverse strand!

While trembling kingdoms crouch'd beneath his paw. And, lo! a blooming virgin in his hand!

At last the reeling monster, drunk with gore, All hail, celestial pair !-a goddess she,

Falls at thy feet subdu'd, and quells his roar; Of heavenly birth confest, a more than mortal, be! Tamely to thee he bends his shaggy mane, Victorious laurels on his brows he wears;

And on his neck admits the long-rejected chain. Th' attending fair a branching olive bears; At thy protecting court, for this blest day, Slender her shape, in silver bands confin'd; Attending nations their glad thanks shall pay: Her snowy garments loosely flow behind,

Not Belgia, and the rescued işle alone, Rich with embroider'd stars, and ruffle in the wind. But Europe shall ber great deliverer own.


Rome's mighty grandeur was not more confest, So, when by just degrees, th' Eternal Thought
When great Antonius travelld through the east, His six days labour to perfection brought,
And crowds of monarchs did each morning wait With laws of motion first endu'd the whole,
With early homage at his palace gate. (meet; | And bade the Heavens in destin'd circles roll,
Haste then, bright prince! thy Britain's transport | The polish'd Spheres commenc'd their harmony;
Haste to her arms, and make her bliss complete ! All nature in a chorus did agree,
Whate'er glad news has reach'd her listening ear, And the World's birth-day was a jubilee.
While her long-absent lord provokes her fear,
Her joys are in suspence, her pleasures unsincere.
He coines, thy hero coines! O beauteous Isle !
Revive thy genius with a cheerful smile!
Let thy rejoicing sons fresh palms prepare,
To grace the trophies of the finish'd war;

On high be hung the martial sword insheath'd,
The shield with ribbons dress'd, and spear with ivy ON KING WILLIAM'S RETURN FROM HOLLAND,

wreath'd! Let speaking Paint in various tablets show

1699. Past scenes of battle to the crowd below! Round this triumphant pile, in rustic dance,

The shouting swains shall hand in hand advance;

The wealthy farmer from his toils shall cease;
The ploughman from the yoke his smoking steers | BEGIN, celestial Muse! a tuneful strain

And join to solemnize the festival of Peace.

Of Albion's priuce conducted o'er the main;

Of courts conceal'd in wares, and Neptune's watery No more for want of hands th' unlabour'd field, Chok'd with rank weeds, a sickly crop shall yield:

Sing, froin beneath, how the green deity (reign; C Im Peace returns; behold her shining train!

Rose to the sovereign of the British sea; And fruitful Plenty is restor'd again."

To power confess'd, the triple mace resign'd,

O'er-rul'd the floods, and charg'd the rebel wind; Apollo ceas'dThe Muses take the sound, From voice to voice th' harmonious notes rebound,

Secur'd his passage homeward, and restorid, And echoing lyres transmit the volant fugue around! Safe to the loveliest isle, the best-lov'd lord. Meanwhile the steady bark, with prosperous gales, Been fam'd in verse, and grac'd the poet's song;

The generous name of Montague has long
Fills the large sheets of her expanded sails,
And gains th' intended port; thick on the strand,

In verse, himself can happy wonders do,

The best of patrons, and of poets too. Like swarming bees, th' assembled Britons stand,

Amid the skilful choir that court his car, And press to see their welcome sovereign land:

If he vouchsafe these ruder lays to hear, At his approach, unruly transport reigns

His bright example, while to him I sing, (wing, In every breast, and rapture fires their veins.

Shall raise my feeble flight, and mcpnt me on the A general shout succeeds, as when on high

On Albion's eastern coast, an ancient town Exploded thunder rends the vaulted sky.

O’erlooks the sca, to mariners well known; A short convulsion shakes the solid shore,

Where the swift Stourus' ends his snaky train, And rocks th' adjacent deep, unmor'd before; Loud acclamations through the valleys ring,

And pays his watery tribute to the main : While to Augusta's wall the crowd attend their king. Two fertile counties in its course divides,

Stourus, whose stream, prolific as it glides, And now behold a finish'd temple & rise,

And rolls to seaward with a lover's pace: On lofty pillars climbing to the skies!

There beauteous Orwell meets his fond embrace; Of bulk stupendous, its proud pile it rears,

They mix their amorous streams, the briny tide The gradual product of successive years.

Receives them join'd; their crooked shores provide An inner gate, that folds with iron leaves,

A spacious bay within, for anchor'd ships to ride. The charm'd spectator's entering steps receives,

Here, on the margin of the rolling flood, Where curious works in twisted stems are seen

Divinely fair, like sea-born Venus, stood Of branching foliage, vacuous between.

Britannia's Genius, in a robe array'd O'er this a vocal organ, mounted high

Of broider'd arms, and heraldry display'd : On marble columns, strikes the wondering eye;

A crown of cities charg'd her graceful brows; And feeds at once two senses with delight,

In waving curls her hair luxuriant flows; Sweet to the ear, and splendid to the sight.

Celestial glories in her eyes are seen; Marble the floor, enrich'd with native stains

Her stature tall, majestic is her mien. Of various dye, and streak'd with azure veins.

With such a presence, through th'adoring skies Ev'n emulous Art with Nature seems to strive,

Shines the great parent of the deities; And the carv'd figures almost breathe and live;

Such towery honours on her temples rise,
The painted altar, glorious to behold,

When, drawn by lions, she proceeds in state;
Shines with delightful blue, and dazzling gold.
Here first th’ illustrious three, of heavenly race,

Trains of attendant-gods around her chariot wait;

The mother-goddess, with superior grace, Religion, Liberty, and Peace, embrace;

Surveys, and numbers o'er her bright immortal race. Here joyful crowds their pious thanks express,

While thus the lovely Genius hovers o'er
For Peace restor'd, and Heaven's indulgence bless.

The water's brink, and from the sandy shore
Auspicious structure! born in happy days,
Whose first employment is the noblest, praise!

9 Harwich. • The choir of St. Paul's was first opened on the "The river Stoure, that runs between Suffolk and day of thanksgiving for the peace.


Beholds the alternate billows fall and rise (Though struggling love would fain persuade thy (By turns they sink below, by turns they mount the stay) And must," she said

[skies): Go where thy better fortune leads the way! Then paus'd, and drew a sigh of anxious love; Meanwhile my loss, allow me to complain, “ Must my dear lord this faithless ocean prove? And wish-ah, no! that partial wish were vain. Escap'd the chance of war, and fraud of foes, Tho' honour'd Crete had nurs'd the thundering god, Walt thou to warring waves thy sacred life expose? Crete was not always blest with his abode; Why am I thus divided by the sea

Nor was it fit, that William's godlike mind, From all the world, and all the world in thec? For nations born, should be to one confin’d. Could sighs and tears the rage of tempests vind, This only grant, since I must ask no more, With tears I'd bribe the seas, with sighs the wind : Revisit once again your native shore ! Suft-sighing gales thy canvas should inspire; That hope my sorrows shall beguile; and thou But hence, ye boisterous storms! far hence retire My happy rival! wilt that hope allow; To inland woods; there your mad powers appease,

'Tis all th' enjoyment Fate has left me now, And scour the dusty plaios, or strip the forest trees; So may'st thou, fair Britannia! ever be Or lodg'd in hollow rocks profoundly sleep,

Firm to thy sovereign's love, and his to thee! And rest from the loud labours of the deep! While widow'd ["There rising sighs repressid Why should I fear? If heroes be the care Her fainting voice, and stifled in the rest. Of Heaven above, and Heaven inclines to prayer, Now, while the bounding vessel drives before Tliou sail'st secure; my sons with lifted eyes, The gusty gales, and leaves the lessening shore, And pious vows, for thee have gain'd the skies. Behold the parting clouds to distance fly, Come then, my much-lov'd lord ! No more th' And golden glories, pouring from on high, alarms

New dress the day, and chcer th' enlighten'd sky! Of wasteful war require thee from my arms. One shooting beam, like lightning doubly bright, Thy sword gives plenteous peace; but without thee, Darts on the middle main its streaming light. Peace has no charms, and plenty 's poverty:

Lo! William's guardian angel there descends; At length enjoy, for whom you've fought, the queen To Neptune's court his heavenly message tends; Oi Islands, bright, majestic, and serene!

In arms celestial, how he shines afar, l'nveil'd from clouds, which did her form disguise, Like Pallas marching to th' awaken'd war! And hid a thousand beauties from thy eyes.

His left hand gripes a spacious orb of shield, A thousand treasures unsurvey'd invite

With thousand intercepted dangers fill'd, Their lord to various scenes of new delight.

And deaths of various kind; his right displays Come, see the dower I brought! My spacious downs, A temper'd blade, that spreads a formidable blaze. My numerous counties, and my ancient towns; He strikes the waves; th' obsequious waves obey, Landscapes of rising mountains, shaggy woods, And, opening in a gulph, disclose the downward way. Green valleys, smiling meadows, silver floods,

O Muse! by thce conducted down, I dare And plains with lowing herds enrich'd around, The secrets of the watery world declare; The bills with focks, the flocks with ficeces crowu'd. For nothing 'scapes thy view; to thee 'tis given, All these with native wealth thy power maintain, To range the space of earth, and seas, and heaven, And bloom with blessings of thy easy reign. Descry a thousand forms, conceal'd from sight, Haste, hoist thy sails! and through the foamy brine And in immortal verse to give the visions light. Rush to my arms! henceforth be wholly mine; A rock there lies, in depth of sea profound, After nine toilsome years, let slaughter cease,

About its clefts, rich beds of pearl abound,
And nourish now secure, in the soft arts of peace!" Wherë sportful Nature, covering her retreat

She said; th’entreated winds her accents bore, With flowing waters, holds her secret seat
And wing’d the message to the Belgic shore. In woods of coral, intricate she strays,
The pious hero heard, nor could delay

And wreathes the shells of fish a thousand ways,
To meet the lovely voice, that summond him away; And aniinates the spawn of all her finny race.
The lovely voice, whose soft-complaining charms Th' unnumber'd species of the fertile tide,
Before had call'd the succour of his arms,

In shoals, around their mighty mother, glide. Ko call'd in vain, when, fir'd with generous rage

Froin out the rock's wide cavern's deep below, Toppose the fury of a barbarous age,

The rushing ocean rises to its flow; like Jove with awful thander in his hand,

And, ebbing, here retires; within its sides,
Through storms and fleets at sea, and foes at land, In roomy caves the god of sea resides.
He urg'd his daring way; before his sight,

Pillars unhewn, of living stone, bear high
On silver wings, bright Glory took her flight, His vaulted courts; in storms the billows fly
And left, to guide his course, long shining tracks of O'er th’echoing roof, like thunderthrough the skies,

And warn the ruler of the floods to rise, And now once more embark'd, propitious gales And check the raving winds, and the swoln waves Blow fresh from shore, and fill his hollow sails.

chastise. As when the golden god, that rules the day,

Rich spoils, by plundering tempests hither borne, Drives down his faming chariot to the sea,

An universe of wealth, the palace-rooms adorn. And leaves the nations here involv'd in night,

Before its entrance, broken wrecks are seen To distant regions he transports his light;

In heaps deform’d, a melancholy scene. & William's rays, by tums, two nations cheer; But far within, upon a mossy throne, And when he sets to them, he rises here.

With washy ooze and samphire overgrown, Forsaken Belgia, ere the ship withdrew,

The sea-green king his forky sceptre rears;
Shed generous tears, and breath'd this soft adieu ; Awful his aspect, numerous are his years.

Since empire calls thee, and a glorious throne, A pearly crown circles his brows divine;
Thy people's weighty interests, and thy own; His beard and dewy hair shed trickling drops of brine

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The river-gods, his numerous progeny,

Again, the shield in savage prospect shows On beds of rushes round their parent lie.

An ancient abbey', which rough woods caclouc ! Here Danube and the Rhine; Nile's secret source And precipices vast abruptly rise, Dwells here conceald; hence Tiber takes his course; Where, safe encamp'd, proud Luxemburgh defies Hence rapid Rhodanus his current pours;

All open violence, or close surprise. And, issuing from his urn, majestic Padus roars; But see! a second Hannibal from far, And Alpheus seeks, with silent pace, the lov'd Sici- Up the steep height, conducts th' entangled war. lian shores.

Brave Ossory, attended with the pride But, chief in honour, Neptune's darling son, Of English valour, charges by his side. The beauteous Thames, lies nearest to his throne. Enclos'd they fight; the forests shine around Nor thou, fair Boyne! shall pass unmention'd by, With flashing fires; the thunder'd bills rebound, Already sung in strains that ne'er shall dic. And the shock'd country, wide beneath, rebellows These, and a thousand more, whose winding trains

to the sound.

(Alight; Seek various lands, the wealthy sire maintains; Forc'd froni their holds, at length they speed their ? Each day, the fluid portions he divides,

Rich tents, and stores of war, the victor's toils reAnd fills their craving urns with fresh-recruited tides. Then peace ensues; and, in a shining train, (quite. But not alike; for oft his partial care

The friendly chiefs assemble on the plain.
Bestows on some a disproportion'd share;

An ardent zeal the Gallic general warms
From whence their swelling currents, o'er-supply'd, To see the youth, that kindled such alarms;
Through delug'd fields in noisy triumph ride. Wondering he views; secure the soldiers press
The god was just preparing to renew

Round their late dread, and the glad treaty bless His daily task, when sudden in his view

Next, on the broad circumference is wrought Appear'd the guardian power, all dazzling bright, The nine years' war for lov'd Britannia fought; And, entering, flash'd the caves with beamy light. The cause the same: fair Liberty betray'd, Boyne, Rhine, the Sambre, on their banks had seen And banish'd Justice, fly to him for aid. The glorious form, and knew his martial mien; Here sailing ships are drawn, the crowded strand, In throngs th' adıniring Nercids round him press'd, And Heaven's avenger hastening to the land. And Tritons crowd to view the heavenly guest. Oppression, Fraud, Confusion, and Aftright, Then thus, advancing, he his will explains. Fierce fiends, that ravag'd in the gloomy night “ O mighty sovereign of the liquid plains !

Of lawless Power, defeated, fly before his dazzling Haste, to the surface of the deep repair,

So to th' eclipsing Moon, by the still side (light.
This solemn day requires thy presence there, Of some lone thicket, revelling hays provide
To rule the storms, the rising waves restrain, Direcharms, that threat the sleeping neighbourhood,
And shake thy sceptre o'er the govern'd main. And quaff, with magic mix'd, vast bowls of humap
By breathing gales on thy dominions driven,

To thee three kingdonis' hopes in charge are given, But, when the dawn reveals the purple east,
The glory of the world, and best belov'd of Heaven. They vanish sullen from th' untinish'd feast.
Behold him figur'd here!''-He said, and held, Here joyful crowds triumphant arches rear
Refulgent to his view, the guardian shield.

To their deliverer's praise; glad senates there,
On the rich mould, inwrought with skill divine, In splendid pomp, the regal state confer.
Great William's wars in splendid sculpture shine. Hibernia's fields new triumphs then supply;
Here, how his saving power was first display'd, The rival kings, in arms, the fate of empire try.
And Holland rescu'd by his youthful aid;

See where the Boyne two warring hosts divides, When, kindling in his soul, the martial flame And rolls between the fight his murmuring tides! Broke fiercely out, preluding future fame,

In vain-hills, forests, streams, must all give place, And round the frontiers dealt avenging fire:

When Williamn leads, and Victory's the chase. Swift from the hot pursuit the blasted foes retire. Thou saw'st him, Boyne! when thy charg'd waters Then battles, sieges, camps are grav'd afar,

bore And the long progress of the dreadful war.

The swimming coursers to th' opposing shore, Above the rest, Seneffe's immortal fight,

And, round thy banks, thou heard'st the murdering In larger figures offer'd to the sight, [light. With martial terrour charins, and gives a fierce de- What more than mortal bravery inspir'd Here the confed’rate troops are forc'd to yield, The daring troops, by his example tir'd! [court Driven by unequal numbers through the field: Thou saw'st their wondrous deeds; to Neptune's With his bright sword, young Nassau there with-Thy flying Waves convey'd the swift report, stands

And, red with slaughter, to their father show'd Their flight; with prayers and blows he urges his Streams not their own, and a discolour'd flood. commands,

Here, on th' ethereal mould, hurl'd from afar, Upbraids their fainting force, and boldly throws Th'exploded ball had mark'd a dinted scar. Himself the first amidst the wondering focs.

'Twas destin'd thus; for when, ali glowing red, What dare not men, by such a general led?

The angel took it from the forge, he said : Rallying with shouts, their hero at their head, This part be left unfated from the foe! Fir'd with new rage, asham'd they once did fly, And, scarce escap'd, once let the Hero know, Resolv'd t'o'ercome, or resolute to die,

How much to iny protection he shall owe; Thro' trampled heaps of slain they rush to victory. Yet, from the batter'd shield, the ball shall bound, Earth trembles at the charge; Death, Blood, and And on his arm inflict a scarlet wound.” Insatiate riot all the murderous day; [Prey, Elsewhere, behold Namur's proud turrets rise, Nor night itself their fury can allay;

Majestic to the sight, advancing to the skies! Till the pale Moon, that sickens at the sight, Retires behind a cloud, to blind the bloody fight.

· St. Dennis near Mous.

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