O'er proffrate towns and palaces they pafs (Now cover'd o'er with, woods, and hidin graf Breathing revenge; whilit anger and difdainy oils Fire ev'ry breaft, and boil in ev'ry veinted no 29'nd Here fhatter'd walls, like broken rocks: from fan d Rife up in hideous views, the guik of war; but duT Whilft, here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs, fll W Induftrious to conceal great Bourbon's chimes.

At length the fame of England's hero drew donsm, eill Eugenio to the glorious interview.om mol qroflow adT Great fouls by inflinct to each other turn, ist bak Demand alliance, and in friendship burn coigan yon ve A sudden friendship, while with firetch'd-out rays√√ They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze Polifh'd in courts, and harden'd in the field, lolo onl Renown'd for conqueft, and in council fkill'dance al Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood Of mounting fpirits, and fomenting blood; ng 1138 Lodg'd in the foul; with virtue over rul'd, onl Inflam'd by reafon, and by reafon cool'd, condonga 2Į In hours of peace content to be unknown, no And only in the field of battle fhewn: To fouls like thefe, in mutual friendship join'd, Heaven dares entruft the caufe of human-kind.

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Britannia's graceful fons appear in arms, Her harafs'd troops the hero's prefence warms Whilft the high hills and rivers all around son fol aRÂ With thund'ring peals of British shouts refound; w Doubling their speed, they march with fresh delight,in Eager for glory, and require the fight.

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Like hills th' afpiring ramparts rife on high,
Like valleys 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 Churchill owns, charm'd with the glorious fight,
His march o'erpaid by fuch a promis'd fight."

The weftern fun now fhot a feeble ray,
And faintly fcatter'd the remains of day
Ev'ning approach'd; but oh what holts of foes
Were never to behold that ev❜ning clofe!
Thick'ning their ranks, and wedg'd in firm array,
The clofe-compacted Britons win their way;
In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd
With tracks of death, and laid the battle wafte;
Still preffing forward to the fight, they broke
Thro' flames of fulphur and a night of fmoke,
Till flaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below,
And bore their fierce avengers to the foe.

High on the works the mingling hofts engage;
The battle, kindled into ten-fold rage,
With fhow'rs of bullets, and with forms of fire,
Burns in full fury; heaps on heaps expire;
Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die,
And loft in one promifcuous carnage lie.

How many gen'rous Britons meet their doom,
New to the field, and heroes in their bloom!
Th' illuftrious youths, that left their native shore
To march where Britons never march'd before
(Oh fatal love of fame! oh glorious heat,
Only deftructive to the brave and great !).
After fuch toils o'ercome, fuch dangers paft,
Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts, breathe their laft.
But hold, my Mufe, may no complaints appear,
Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear:
While Marlb'rough lives, Britannia's ftars difpenfe
A friendly light, and fhine in innocence:

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Plunging

Plunging through feas of blood his fiery fteed.
Where'er his friend retire, or foes fucceed;
Thofe he fupports, these drives to fudden flight,
And turns the various fortune of the fight.

Forbear, great man, renown'd in arms, forbear
Te brave the thickeft terrors of the war ;
Nor hazard thus, confus'd in crowds of foes,
Britannia's fafety, and the world's repofe ;-
Let nations anxious for thy life abate.
This fcorn of danger, and contempt of fate :
Thou liv's not for thy felf; thy Queen demands
Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands ;
Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join,
And Europe's definy depends on thine.

At length the long difputed pafs they gain,
By crowded armies fortified in vain ;

The war breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield,
And fee their camp with British legions fill❜d.
So Belgium mounds bear on their thatter'd fides
The fea's whole weight, increas'd with fweiling tides:
But if the rushing wave a paffage finds,

Enrag'd by watʼry moons, and warring winds,
The trembling peasant fees his country round
Cover'd with tempelts, and in oceans drown'd.

The few furviving foes difpers'd in flight
(Refuse of swords and gleanings of a fight)
In ev'ry ruling wind the victor hear,
And Marlborough's form in ev'ry shadow fear,
Till the dark cope of night with kind embrace
Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace,
To Donavert, with unrefifting force,
The gay victorious army,bends its courfe.
The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields,
Whatever spoils Bavaria's fummer yields
(The Danube's great increase) Britannia shares
The food of armies and fupport of wars:
With magazines of death, deftructive balls,
And cannon doom'd to batter Landau's walls,

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The victor finds each hidden cavern flor'd,"
And turns their fury on their guilty Lord.
Deluded prince how is thy greatness cross'd,
And all the gaudy dream of empire loft.
That proudly fet theeson a fancied throne,
And made imaginary realms thy own!
Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join,
Shall fhortly feek for shelter from the Rhine,
Nor find it there! Surrounded with alarms,
Thou hop'ft th' affiftance of the Gallic arms;
The Gallic arms in fafety fhall advance,
And crowd thy ftandards with the pow'r of France,
While, to exalt thy doom, th' afpiring Gaul
Shares thy deftruction, and adorns thy fall.
Unbounded courage and compallion join'd,
Temp'ring each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the Hero and the Man complete.
Long did he strive th' obdurate foe to gain
By proffer'd grace, but long he firove in vain ;
Till, fir'd at length, he thinks it vain to spare
His rifing wrath, and gives a loofe to war.
In vengeance rous'd, the foldier fills his hand
With fword and fire, and ravages the land;
A thousand villages to afhes turns,

In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns.
To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat,
And mix'd with bellowing herds confus'dly bleat,
Their trembling lords the common fhade partake,
And cries of infants found in ev'ry brake:
The lift'ning foldier fix'd in forrow ftands,
Loth to obey his leader's juft commands;
The leader grieves, by gen'rous pity fway'd,
To fee his jull commands fo well obey'd.

But now the trumpet, terrible from far,
In fhriller clangours animates the war;
Confed'rate drums in fuller concert beat,
And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat

Gallia's

Gallia's proud ftandards, to Bavaria's join'd,
Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind;

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The daring prince his blafted hopes renews,
And, while the thick embattled holt he views
Stretch'd out in deep array, and dreadful length,
His heart dilates, and glories in his ftrength.
The fatal day its mighty course began,
That the griev'd world had long defir'd in vain
States that their new captivity bemoan'd,
Armies of martyrs that in exile groan'd,
Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeous heard,
And pray'rs in bitterness of foul preferr'd.
Europe's loud cries, that Providence affail'd,
And Anna's ardent vows, at length prevail'd;
The day was come when Heaven defign'd to fhow
His care and conduct of the world below.

Behold in awful march and dread array
The long extended fquadrons shape their way !
Death, in approaching terrible, imparts
An anxious horror to the braveft hearts;
Yet do their beating breasts demand the ftrife,
And thirft of glory quells the love of life.
No vulgar fears can British minds controul :
Heat of revenge and noble pride of foul
O'erlook the foe, advantag'd by his poft,
Leffen his numbers, and contract his hoft;
Though fens and floods poffefs a middle space,
That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pafs;
Nor fens nor floods can flop Britannia's bands,
When her proud foe rang'd on their borders flands.
But oh, my Mufe, what numbers wilt thou find
To fing the furious. troops in battle join'd!

Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous found.
The victors fhouts and dying groans confound,
The dreadful burft of cannon rend the fkies,,
And all the thunder of the battle rife..

'Twas then great Marlborough's mighty foul was prov'd, That, in the fhock of charging holls unmov'd,

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