Fir'd and tranfported with a theme so new,
Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my view
Shine forth at once; fieges and forms appear,
And wars and conquests fill th' important year;
Rivers of blood I fee, and hills of flain,
An Iliad rifing out of one Campaign.

The haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring pride, His ancient bounds enlarg'd on ev'ry fide; Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdu'd,

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And in the midst of his wide empire stood;
Aufonia's ftates, the victor to restrain,

Oppos'd their Alps and Appennines in vain,
Nor foundthemselves with strengthofrocks immur'd,
Behind their everlasting hills fecur'd ;

The rifing Danube its long race began,

And half its courfe thro' the new conquefts ran;
Amaz'd and anxious for her fov`reign's fates,
Germania trembled thro' a hundred flates;
Great Leopold himself was feia'd with fear;
He gaz'daround, but saw no fuccour near ;
He gaz'd, and, half-abandon'd to despair,
His hopes on Heav'n, and confidence in pray'r.

To Britain's Queen the nations turn their eyes; On her refolves the western world relies, Confiding fill, amidst its dire alarms,

In Anna's councils and in Churchill's arms.

Thrice happy Britain! from the kingdoms rent,
To fit the guardian of the Continent!

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That fees her braveft fon advanc'd fo high,
And flourishing fo near her prince's eye:
Thy fav'rites grow not up by Fortune's sport,
Or from the crimes or follies of a court;
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Their fov'reign's well-distinguish'd smiles they share,
Her ornaments in peace, her ftrength in war;
The nation thanks them with a publick voice,
By fhow'rs of bleffings Heav'n approves their choice;
Envy itself is dumb, in wonder loft,

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And factions strive who fhall applaud 'em most. Soon as foft vernal breezes warm the sky, Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly: Her chief already has his march begun, Croffing the provinces himself had won, Till the Mofelle, appearing from afar, Retards the progrefs of the moving war; Delightful ftream! had Nature bid her fall In diftant climes, far from the perjur'd Gaul: But now a purchase to the sword she lies, Her harvests for uncertain owners rife, Each vineyard doubtful of its master grows, And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows: The difcontented shades of flaughter'd hofts That wander'd on her banks her heroes' ghofts, 60 Hop'd, when they faw Britannia's arms appear, The vengeance due to their great deaths was near.

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Our godlike leader, ere the stream he paft, The mighty scheme of all his labours caft, Forming the wondrous year within his thought; 65 His bofom glow'd with battles yet unfought. The long laborious march he first surveys,

And joins the diftant Danube to the Macfe,

Between whofe floods fuch pathless forests grow,
Such mountains rife, fo many rivers flow:
The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes,
And danger ferves but to enhance the prize.

Big with the fate of Europe, he renews
His dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues.
Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat,
The fultry gales round his chaf 'd temples beat,
Till on the borders of the Mayne he finds
Defensive fhadows and refreshing winds.
Our British youth, with inborn freedom bold,
Unnumber'd fcenes of fervitude behold,
Nations of flaves, with tyranny debas'd,
(Their Maker's image more than half defac'd)
Hourly inftructed, as they urge their toil,
To prize their queen, and love their native foil.
Still to the rifing fun they take their way
Thro' clouds of duft, and gain upon the day:
When now the Neckar on its friendly coaft
With cooling streams revives the fainting host
That cheerfully his labours paft forgets,

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O'er proftrate towns and palaces they pass,
(Now cover'd o'er with woods, and hid in grafs)
Breathing revenge, whilft anger and disdain
Fire ev'ry breast, and boil in ev'ry vein.

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Rife up in hideous views, the guilt of war,
Whilft here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes.
At length the fame of England's hero drew
Eugenio to the glorious interview.
Great fouls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn;

A fudden friendship, while with stretch'd-out rays
They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze,
Polish'd in courts, and harden'd in the field,
Renown'd for conquest, and in council skill'd,
Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood
Of mounting fpirits and fermenting blood;
Lodg'd in the foul, with virtue overrul'd,
Inflam'd by reason, and by reafon cool'd,
In hours of peace content to be unknown,
And only in the field of battle fhown:
To fouls like thefe, in mutual friendship join'd,
Heav'n dares intruft the cause of humankind.

Britannia's graceful fons appear in arms,
Her harafs'd troops the hero's prefence warms,
Whilft the high hills and rivers all around
With thund'ring peals of Britifh fhouts refound:

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Doubling their speed they march with fresh delight,
Eager for glory, and require the fight.

So the stanch hound the trembling deer pursues,
And fimells his footsteps in the tainted dews,
The tedious track unrav'lling by degrees;
But when the fcent comes warm in ev'ry breeze,
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On his full ftretch, and bears upon his prey.
The march concludes, the various realms are past,
Th' immortal Schellemberg appears at last;
Like hills th' afpiring ramparts rife on high,
Like vallies at their feet the trenches lie;
Batt'ries on batt'ries guard each fatal pafs,
Threat'ning deftruction; rows of hollow brafs,
Tube behind tube, the dreadful entrance keep,
Whilft in their wombs ten thousand thunders fleep:
Great Churchillowns,charm'd with the glorious fight,
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And faintly scatter'd the remains of day:
Ev'ning approach'd; but, oh! what hoft of foes
Were never to behold that ev'ning clofe!
Thick'ning their ranks, and wedg'd in firm array,
The close-compacted Britons win their way:
In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac’d
With tracts of death, and laid the battle wafle;
Still prefling forward to the fight, they broke
Thro' flames of fulphur and a night of smoke,

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