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TO HIS GRACE

The Meuse and Sambre here united flow,

Nearer to view: her beating heart foretels Nature's defence against th’invading foe:

The pleasing news, and eager transport feels
Industrious Art her strength of walls supplies : Safe to her arms, imperial Neptune bears
Before the town the British army lies.

Th'intrusted charge, then, diving, disappears.
The works are mann'd; with fury they contend;
These thunder from the plains, those from the walls

defend.
Red globes of fire from bellowing engines fly,

THE HOUSE OF NASSAU,
And lead a sweeping blaze, like comets, thro' the sky.
The kindled region glows; with deafening sound

A PINDARIC ODE. 1702.
They burst; their iron entrails, hurl'd around,

Cælo demittitur alto Strow with thick-scatter'd deaths the crimson

Chara Deûm soboles.

Virs.
ground.
See, where the Genius of the war appears,
Nor shuns the labour, nor the danger fears !
In clouds of sulphurous smoke he shines more bright, CHARLES DUKE OF SOMERSET.
For Glory round him waits, with beams of living light.

MAY IT PLEASE YOUR CRACE,
At length the widen'd gates a conquest own,
And to his arms resign the yielding town.

Though the great loss we suffered in the death of Here, from the field return'd, with olive crown'd, the king has been so happily supplied by her Applauding throngs their welcome prince surround: majesty's accession to the throne, and her late coBright honours in his glorious entry shine,

ronation justly filled the hearts of her subjects with And peace restor'd concludes the great design. joy: yet so glorious a reign as the last will always

Long o'er the figurd work, with vast surprise, be reinembered with admiration by all good and Admiring Neptune roll’d his ravish'd eyes; wise men; and your grace has given sufficient Then, rising from his throne, thus call'd aloud; proofs, that you are of that number. It can never “ Ye lovely daughters of the briny flood !

therefore be thought too late to offer a just tribute Haste, comb your silver locks, and straight prepare to his late majesty's memory, and to that of his To fill my train, and gaze in upper air.

great ancestors, a race so illustriously distinguishThis day, majestic glories you shall see;

ed in Europe; though this indeed might sooner Come, all ye watery powers, who under me [sea! have been attempted, but for many interruptions, Your little tridents wield, and rule the boisterous too inconsiderable for your grace's notice. How What god, that views the triumphs here display'd, I have performed is humbly submitted to your Can to such worth refuse his heavenly aid ?” grace's judgment, and to the judgment of all those He said no morebut bade two Tritons sound

gentlemen who are used to entertain themselves Their crooked shells, to spread the summons round. with writings of this sort. But if, through the auThrough the wide caves the blast is heard afar;

thor's want of genius, the poem itself should be With speed two more provide his azure car, thought inconsiderable, I am sure it will have some A concave shell; two the finn'd coursers join : distinction from the great names it celebrates, and All wait officious round, and own th' accustom'd the great patron it is inscribed to. And to whom The god ascends; his better hand sustains (sign; should the praises of eminent virtue be addressed, The three-fork'd spear, his left directs the reins. but to such as are possessed of great virtues themThrough breaking waves, the chariot mounts him selves? To whom. can I better present the chief high;

characters of a noble and ancient family, than to Before its thundering course, the frothy waters fly; your grace, whose family is so ancient and so noble ? He gains the surface; on his either side,

And here I am proud to acknowledge, that some of The bright attendants, rang'd with comely pride, my relations have been honoured with marks of Advance in just array, and grace the poinpous tide. favour from your grace's illustrious ancestors. This

Meanwhile Britamia's king conspicuous stood, I confess has long given me the ambition of offerAnl, fruin his deck, survey'd the boundless tlood.

ing my duty to your grace; but chiefly that valuSicooth was the glassy scene, the Sun beheld

able character your grace has obtained among all His face unclouded in the liquid field.

worthy persons. I have not room to enlarge here, The gazing Nereids, in a shining train,

nor is there any need of it on a subject so well Faclose the ruler of the British main,

known as your grace's merits. Therefore I conind sweetly sing; suspended winds forbear

clude with my humble request, that your grace Their loud complaints, the soothing lay to hear. would favour this ode with your acceptance, and do “ Hail, sacred charge,” they cry; "the beauties we

ine the honour of believing, that, among the crowd "Neptune's court, are come t'attend on thee;

of your admirers, there is not one who is more Accept our offer'd aid! thy potent sway,

passionately or sincerely so, than ( abounded by the land, these watery realms obey ;

your grace's most hunible, And we, thy subject-powers, our duteous homage

and most obedient servant, See Neptune's self, inferior in command, (pay.

JOHN HUGIIES. Presents his trident to thy honour'd hand !" They said; the sire approach'd with awe profound;

THE HOUSE OF NASSAU. The rite perform'd, their shells the Tritons sound; Saella with the shrill alarm, the joyful billows GODDESS of numbers, and of thoughts sublime! bound.

Celestial Muse! whose tuneful song Xox, from the shore, Britannia first descries Can fix heroic acts, that glide along White sails afar; then bulky vessels rise,

Down the vast sea of ever-wasting Time,

And all the gilded images can stay,

Sec next, majestically great, Till Time's vast sea itself te rolld away;

The founder of the Belgic state! O now assist with consecrated strains !

The Sun of glory, which so bright Let Art and Nature join to raise

Beam'd on all the darling line,
A living monument of praise

Did, from its golden urn of light,
O'er William's great remains.

On William's head redoubled shine;
While Thames, majestically sad, and slow,

His youthful looks diffus'd an awe.
Seems by that reverend dome to flow,

Charles, who had try'd the race before, Which, new-interr'd, his sacred urn contains.

And knew great merits to explore,
If thou, O Muse, would'st e'er immortal be, When he his rising virtue saw,
This song bequeaths thee immortality;

He put in friendship's noble claim;
For William's praise can ne'er expire, To his imperial court the hero brought,
Though Nature's self at last must die,

And there by early honours sought
And all this fair-erected sky

Alliance with his future fame.
Must sink with earth and sea, and melt away in fire. O generous sympathy, that binds

In chains unseen the bravest minds!
Begin the spring of virtue trace,
That, from afar descending, flow'd

O love to worthy deeds, in all great souls the same! Through the rich veins of all the godlike race,

But time at last brought forth th' ainazing day, And fair renown on all the godlike race bestow'd !

When Charles, resolv'd to disengage
This ancient source of noble blood

From empire's toils his weary age,
Through thee, Germania, wandering wide,

Gave with each hand a crown away.
Like thy own Rhine's enriching tide,

Philip, bis haughty son,

afraid In numerous branches long diffus'd its flood.

Of William's virtue's, basely chose Rhine, scarce more ancient,never gracd thee more,

His father's favourite to depose"; Though mantling vines his comely head surround,

His tyrant reign requir'd far other aid; And all along his sunny shore

And Alva's fiery duke, his scourge of vengeance, rose; Eternal plenty 's found.

With fames of inquisition rose from Hell, From Heaven itself the illustrious line began; Of slaughter proud, and insolent in blood. Ten ages in descent it ran,

What hand can paint the scenes of tragic woes? In each descent increasd with honour3 new.

What tongue, sad Belgia! can thy story tell, Never did Heaven's Supreme inspire

When with her lifted axe proud Murder stood, In mortal breasts a nobler fire,

And thy brave sons, in crowds unnurnber'd, feli! Nor his own image livelier drew.

The Sun, with horrour of the sight, Of pure ethereal flame their souls he made,

Withdraus his sickly beams, and shrouds And, as beneath his forming hands they grew,

His muilled face in sullen clouds,
He bless'd the master-work, and said; And, on the scaffolds, faintly sheds a pale malignant
“ Go forth, my honour'd chanípions, 80,

light.
To vindicate my cause below!
Awful in power, defend for me

Thus Belgia's Liberty expiring lay,
Religion, Justice, Liberty,

And almost gasp'd her generous life away,
And at aspiring Tyranny

Till Orange hears her moving cries;
My delegated thunder throw!

He hears, and, marching from afar,
For this, the great Nassovian name I raise,

Brings to her aid the sprightly War.
And still this character divine,

At his approach, reviv'd with fresh supplies,
Distinguish'd through the race shall shine, Of gather'd strength, she on her murderers flies
Zeal for their country's good, and thirst of virtuous But Heaven, at first, resolv'd to try
praise.”

By proofs adverse his constancy.

Four armies lost, two gallant brothers ? slain,
Now look, Britannia, look, and see

Will he the desperate war maintain?
Through the clcar glass of history,
From whom thy mighty sovereign came,

Though rolling tempests darken all the sky,

And thunder breaks around his head,
And take a larger view of far-extended fame.

Will he again the faithless sea explore,
See, crowds of heroes rise to sight!

And, oft driven back, still quit the shore ?
Adolphus', with imperial splendour gay:

He will his soul averse to dread,
Brave Philibert, unmatch'd in fight,

Unwearied, still the spite of Fortune braves, Who led the German cagle to his prey,

Thro' Lombardy he mark'd his conquer'd way, Superior, and sereneo, amidst the stormy waves. And made proud Rome and Naplesown his unresisted

Such was the man, so vast his mind! might.

The steady instrument of Fate, His gallant nephew* next appears,

To fix the basis of a rising state! And on his brows the wreaths of conquest wears,

My Muse with horrour views the scene behind, Though streaming wounds the martial figure stain;

And fain would draw a shade, and fain For thce, Great Charles', in battle slain,

Would hide his destin'd end, nor tell Slain in all a soldier's pride,

How he-the dreaded foe of Spain,
He fell triumphant by thy side,

More fear'd than thousands on the plain,
And falling fought, and fighting dy'd,
And lay, a manly corpse, extended on the plain.

6 He was then in Germany.
• Adolphus the emperor, of the House of Nassau. The counts Lodowick and Henry.
Renè of Nassau. Charles V.

• Sævis tranquillus in undis, the prince's motto

17 By the vile hand of a bold ruffian fell.

As if he knew, he had not long to stay: No more-th' ungrateful prospect let us leave! Such young Marcellus was, the hopeful grace And, in his room, behold arise,

Of ancient Rome, but quickly snatch'd away. Bright as th' immortal twins that grace the skies, Breda beheld th' adventurous boy, A noble pair", his absence to retrieve!

His tender limbs in shining armour dress’d, In these the hero's soul survives,

Where, with his father, the hot siege he press'd. And William doubly in his offspring lives.

His father saw, with pleasing joy,

[press'd. Maurice, for martial greatness, far

His own reflected worth, and youthful charms ex

But, when his country breath'd from war's alarms, His father's glorious fame exceeds:

His martial virtues lay obscure; Henry alone can match his brother's deeds;

Nor could a warrior, formd for arms,
Both were, like Scipio's sons, the thunderbolts of war.

Th' juglorious rest endure;
None e'er, than Maurice, better knew,

But sicken'd soon, and sudden dy'd,
Camps, sieges, battles, to ordain;

And left in tears his pregnant bride,
Done e'er, than Henry, fiercer did pursue

His bride, the daughter of Britannia's king; The tlying foe, or earlier conquests gain.

Nor saw th’auspicious pledge of nuptial love, For scarce sixteen revolving years he told,

Which from that happy inarriage was to spring,
When, eager for the fight, and bold,
Intiam'd by Glory's sprightly charms,

But with his great fore-fathers gain'd a blissiul seat

above. His brother brought him to the field; Taught his young hand the truncheon well to wield, Here pause, my Muse! and wind up higher And practis'd him betimes to arms.

The strings of thy Pindaric lyre!

Then with bold strains the lofty song pursue; let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought

And bid Britannia once again review
Before her walls, that memorable day,

The numerous worthies of the line.
When the victorious youths in concert fought,
And matchless valour did display!

See, like immortals, how they shine!

Fach life a history alone! How, ere the battle join'd, they strove

And last, to crown the great design, With emulous honour, and with mutual love;

Look forward, and behold them all in one How Maurice, touch'd with tender care

Look, but spare thy fruitless tears Of Henry's safety, begg'd him to remove;

'Tis thy own William next appears. Henry refus'd his blooming youth to spare,

Adrance, celestial form! let Britain see
But with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to prove
Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers share.

Th' accomplish'd glory of thy race in thee! () generous strife! and worthy such a pair!

So, when some splendid triumph was to come, Hus dear did Albert this contention pay!

In Jong procession through the streets of Rome, Il'itness the tloods of streaming gore;

The crowd beheld, with vast surprise, Witness the trampled heaps, that chok'd the plain, The glittering train in autul order move, And stopp'd the victors in their way;

To the bright temple of Feretrian Jore, seyes: Witness the neighbouring sea, and sandy shore, And trophies borne along employ'd their dazzled Drunk with the purple life of twice three thousand But when the laureld emperor, mounted high slain!

Above the rest, appeard to sight,

In his proud car of victory, Fortune, that on her wheel capricious stands,

Shining with rays excessive bright, And waves her painted wings, inconstant, proud,

He put the long preceding pomp to flight; llood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands

Their wonder conld no higher rise, Promiscuous gifts among the crowd,

With joy they throng his chariot wheels, and rend Restless of place, and still prepar'd for flight,

with shouts the skies. Was constant here, and seem'd restor'd to sight: Mon by their merit, and resolv'd to bless

To thee, great prince! to thy extensive mind, The happy brothers with a long success

Not by thy country's narrow bounds contin'd, Maurice, the first resign'd to fate:

The Fates an ample scene afford; The youngest had a longer date,

And injur'd nations clain the succour of thy sword. And liv'd the space appointed to complete

No respite to thy toiis is given, The great republic, rais'd so high before;

Till thou ascend thy native Heaven: Finish'd by him, the stately fabric bore

One Hyılra-head cut off, still more abound, Its lofty top aspiring to the sky:

And twins sprout up to fill the wound.
In vain the winds and rains around it brat;

So endless is the task that heroes and
In rain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, To tame the monster Vice, and to reform mankind.
They dash themselves, and break, and backward fly, For this, Alcides heretofore,
Dispers'd and murmuring at his feet.

And mighty Theseus, travellid o'er
Insulting Spain the fruitless strife gives o'er,

Vast tracts of sea and land, and slew And claims dominion there no more.

Wild beasts and serpents gorg'd with human prey :
Then Henry, ripe for immortality,

From stuny dens fierce lurking robbers drew,
His flight to Heaven eternal springs, (wings. And bid the cheerful traveller pass on his peaceful
And, o'er his quiet grave, Peace spreads her downy way.

Yet, though the toilsome work they long, pursue,
His son, a second William, fills his place,

To rid the world's wild pathless tield, And climbs to manhood with so swift a pace,

Still poisonous weeds and thorns in clisters gren,

And large unwholesome crops did yield, · Maurice and Henry.

To exercise their hands with labours ever news, VOL X.

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Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,

Had not Britannia's chief withstood
And ev'n a child didst laurels uin.

The threaten'd deluge, and repellid,
Two snaky plagues around his cradle twin'd, To its forsaken banks, th' unwilling flood,
Sent by the jealous wife of Jove,

And in his hand the scales of balanc'à kingdoms held. In speckled wreaths of Death they strove, Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee, The mighty babe to bind :

Whose faithful soul, from private interest free, And twisted Faction, in thy infancy,

(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.

O'er all its passions sat exalted high, But, as Jove's offspring slew his hissing foes; As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, So thou, descended from a line

And sees the moving clouds at distance fly below. Of patriots no less divine, Didst quench the brutal rage of those,

Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Who durst thy dawning worth oppose.

Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed

Great Edward and his glorious son' Its yellow juice, and at thy feet lay dead.

Will own themselves in thee outdone, Thus, like the Sun, did thy great Genius rise,

Though Crecy's desperate fight eternal honours won. With clouds around his sacred head,

Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispell’d the dropping mists, and gilded all

A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.

And Agincourt has rais'd his lofty name;

Yet the loud voice of ever-living Fame
Great Julius, who with.generous envy view'd Of thee more numerous triumphs sings.
The statue of brave Philip's braver son,

But, though no chief contends with thee,
And wept to think what such a youth subdued, In all the long records of history,
While, more in age, himself had yet so little done,

Thy own great deeds together strive,
Had wept much more, if he had liv'd to see Which shall the fairest light derive,
The glorious deeds achiev'd by thee;

On thy immortal memory; To see thee, at a beardless age,

Whether Seneft's amazing field
Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage,

To celebrated Mons shall yield;
And bravely fighting for thy country's liberty; Or both give place to more amazing Boyne;
While he inglorious laurels sought,

Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest And not to save his country fought;

outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!

While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,

And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,

Amaz'd, he'll show his fellows of the plain, Enrag'd, he spurn'd at her command,

The reliques of victorious years; Hurlid at her breast the impious steel, and bath'd it in And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did reher gore.

Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory, [gain.

With wonder too repeats thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,

How oft the foes thy lifted sword have seen Thy standard still the public good:

In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:

At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,

As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,

How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)

And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resign'd;

Confederate princes usd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,

“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before :

And spread the joyful summons round! "T'was more than Philip's son could do,

Call Britain's king, and Victory!” When for new worlds the madman cry'd;

So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd

In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,

l'pon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.

That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore,

The Grecian chiefs, of mighty faine, O savage lust of arbitrary sway!

Impatient for the son of Thetis wait : Insatiate fury, which in man we find,

At last the son of Thetis carne; In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind, And make the world, enslav'd, his vicious will obey! Troy shook her nodding towers, and mourn'd th' im How has this fiend, Ambition, long defac'd

pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste !

O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,

Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,

Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,

How short has thy mild empire been ! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?

When pregnant Time brought forth this new-bor Scarce are their silent ruins found;

At first we saw thee gently smile {age But, in th’ ensuing age,

On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile Trampled into common ground,

sing rage.

Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's destroy-
All Europe too had shar'd this wretched fate,
And mourn d her heavy woes too late,

| Edward III. and the Black Prince,

ODE THE THIRD.

But soon the lion wak'd again, (mane.

· ANACREON. And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his grisly

Soon was the year of triumphs past;
And Janus, ushering in a new,

Ar dead of night, when mortals lose
With backward look did pompous scenes review; Their various cares in soft repose,
But his fore-face with frowns was overcast;

I heard a knocking at my door: He saw the gathering storms of war,

“ Who's that,” said I, " at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar.

Disturbs my rest?”—It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its hero can no longer spare,

And thus in mournful tone reply'd: To mix in our tumultuous broils below;

“A poor unhappy child am i, Yet suffer'd his foreseeing care,

That's come to beg your charity;
Those bolts of vengeance to prepare,

Pray let ine in ! You need not fear;
Which other hands shall throw;

I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
That glory to a mighty queen remains,

But, wet and cold, crave shelter here; To triumph o'er th'extinguish'd foe;

Betray'd by night, and led astray, She shall supply the Thunderer's place?;

I've lost-alas! I've lost my way.” As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains,

Mov'd with this little tale of fate, Warr'd on the giants' impious race,

flow. I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins

When see a naked boy before Then Anne's shall rival great Eliza's reign;

The threshold; at his back he wore
And William's Genius, with a grateful smile,

A pair of wings, and by his side
Look down, and bless this happy isle;

A crooked bow and quiver ty'd.
And Peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown

My pretty angel! come,” said I,
again.

“ Come to the fire, and do not cry!"
I strok'd his neck and shoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair;

Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
ODE

And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.

Recover'd thus, says he; “ I'd know,
ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.

Whether the rain has spoiled my bow;
APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,

Let's try”-then shot me with a dart. Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart, Whilst we thy Damon's praise rehearse:

As if a bee had stung my heart. Damon himself could animate the lyre.

“ Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, Apollo, god of sounds and verse,

Are these your thanks?”—Th’impostor smild: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.

“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;

But what a wretch I've made of thee !"
Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, so sweet a grace,

Such blooming fragrance in thy face; So soft thy air, thy visage so serene, That harmony ev’n in thy look was seen.

PYRAMUS AND THISBE. But when thou didst th'obedient strings command,

FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OviD'S METAMORPHOSES. And join in consort thy melodious hand, Where Babylon's proud walls, erected high Et'n Fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,

By fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky, Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.

Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair; Bat what does Music's skill avail?

Adjoining houses held the lovely pair. When Orpheus did his loss deplore,

His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;

Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hush'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar; Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.

An early promise of the love tensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;

Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.

The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; See, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!

But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,

To check the joy; they could not check the love. For the new guest's arrival stay,

Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.

The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,

Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Sats of eternal harmony and love;

And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.

Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, be

tween Cease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn: Your Darnon never will return,

Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen,
No, never, never more!

For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
This small defect, for Love is eagle-ey'd,

And in soft whispers soon the passage try'd. a Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her Safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day majesty's coronation medals.

A thousand amorous blandishments convey;

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