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Thus when the forming Muse would copy forth A perfect pattern of heroic worth, She sets a man triumphant in the field, O’er giants cloven down, and monsters kill'd, Reeking in blood, and smeard with dust and sweat, Whilst angry gods conspire to make him great.
Thy navy rides on seas before unprest, And strikes a terror through the haughty East; Algiers and Tunis, from their sultry shore, With horror hear the British engines roar; Fain from the neighbouring dangers would they run, And wish themselves still nearer to the sun. The Gallic ships are in their ports confin'd, Denied the common use of sea and wind, Nor dare again the British strength engage; Still they remember that destructive rage Which lately made their trembling host retire, Stunn'd with the noise, and wrapt in smoke and fire, The waves with wide unnumber'd wrecks were
strow'd, And planks, and arms; and men, promiscuous
Where'er the waves in restless errors roll,
At length, proud prince ! ambitious Louis! cease To plague mankind, and trouble Europe's peace; Think on the structures which thy pride has rais'd On towns unpeopled, and on fields laid waste; Think on the heaps of corpse' and streams of blood, On every guilty plain and purple flood Thy arms have made, and cease an impious war, Nor waste the lives entrusted to thy care: Or if no milder thought can calm thy mind, Behold the great avenger of mankind ! See mighty Nassau through the battle ride, And see thy subjects gasping by his side! Pain would the pious prince refuse the' alarm, Fain would he check the fury of his arm, But when thy cruelties his thoughts engage, The hero kindles with becoming rage, Then countries stoln, and captives'unrestord, Give strength to every blow, and edge his sword. Behold with what resistless force he falls On towns besieg'd, and thunders at thy walls ! Ask Villeroy, for Villeroy beheld The town surrender'd and the treaty seal'd; With what amazing strength the forts were won, Whilst the whole power of France stood looking on.
But stop not here: behold where Berkeley stands, And executes his injur'd King's commands ; Around thy coast bis bursting bombs he pours On flaming citadels and falling tow'rs ; With hissing streams of fire the air they streak, And hurl destruction round 'em where they brake; The skies with long ascending Aames are bright, And all the sea reflects a quivering light.
Thus Ætna, when in fierce eruptions broke, Fils Hear'n with ashes and the earth with smoke ;
Here crags of broken rocks are twirl'd on high,
Now does the sailor from the neighbouring maik
rose, Where crowded citizens he lately view'd, And singles out the place where once St. Maloes'
stood. Here Russel's actions should my Muse require, And would my strength but second my desire, I'd all his boundless bravery rehearse, And draw his cannons thundering in my verse; High on the deck should the great leader stand, Wrath in his look, and lightning in his hand, Like Homer's Hector, when he flung his fire Amidst a thousand ships, and made all Greece retire,
But who can run the British triumphs o'er, And count the flames disperst on every shore? Who can describe the scatter'd victory, And draw the reader on from sea to sea ? Else who could Ormond's godlike acts refuse? Ormond! the theme of every Oxford Muse. Fain would I here his mighty worth proclaim, Attend him in the noble chase of fame, Through all the noise and burry of the fight Observe each blow, and keep him still in sight. Oh ! did our British peers thus court renown, And grace the coats their great forefathers won,
Our arms would then triumphantly advance,
But see, at length, the British ships appear!
* Queen Mary, who died in 1694.
Whole heaps of death encompass'd you around, And steeds, o’erturn'd, lay foaming on the ground; So, crown'd with laurels now, where'er you go, Around you blooming joys and peaceful blessings
SIR GODFREY KNELLER,
ON HIS PICTURE OF THE KING.
KNELLER! with silence and surprise
The magic of thy art calls forth
O may I live to hail the day