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SHIPWRECK

by Wm Falconer
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CAMPAIGN

by Joseph Addison

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THE

CAMP AIGN,

By JOSEPH ADDISON.

To his Grace the Duke of Marlborongh, 1705.

Rheni pacator et Iftri

Omnis in hoc uno variis difcordia ceffit "Ordinibus; laetatur eques, plauditque fenator, Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori."

CLAUD. de Laud. Stilic.

Effe aliquam in terris gentem quae fua impenfa, fuo "labore ac periculo, belia gerat pro libertate aliorum. "Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquae vicinitatis ho"minibus, aut terris continenti junctie praefter. "Maria trajiciat: ne quod tuto orbo terrarum injuftum imperium fit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, po"tentiffima fint."

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Liv. Hift. lib. 33.

HILE crowds of princes your deferts proclaim,
Proud in their number to enrol your name;
While emperors to you commit their caufe,
And Anna's praises crown the vaft applaufe;
Accept, great leader, what the Mufe recites,
That in ambitious verfe attempts your fights.
Fir'd and tranfported with a theme fo new.
Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my view
Shine forth at once; fieges and forms appear,
And wars and conquefts 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;
Vol. V. 18.

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Pyrene's

Pyrene's lofty barriers were fubdued,
And in the midst of his wide empire flood thin
Aufonia's flates, the victor to reftrain, dorug & won mƐ
Oppos'd their Alps and Appennines in vain, od pl
Nor found themfelves, with ftrength of rocks immurd, f
Behind their everlafting hills fecur'd';'am 4.01 bal

The rifing Danube its long race began.bajasi tooth odT
And half its courfe thro' the new conquests ran
Amaz'd, and anxious for her fovereign's fates,b qold
Germania trembled through a hundred flates;
Great Leopold himself was feiz'd with fear;
He gaz'd around, but faw no fuccour near
He gaz'd, and half-abandon'd to despair
His hopes on Heaven,, and confidence in pray

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To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyesodi On her refolves the western world relies; amo; b Confiding ftill, amidst its dire alarms, low aɔowisc In Anna's councils, and in Churchill's arms,rom 12 Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdom's tent:P To fit the guardian of the continent! qol yub LIA That fees her bravefl fons advanced fo high, And flourishing fo near her prince's eye,bH Thy fav'rites grow, not up by fortune's sport, Or from the crimes or follies of a court; On the firm bafis of defert they rife,

From long-tried faith, and friendship's holy ties;
Their fovereign's well-diftinguifh'd fmiles they hare
Hements in peace, her strength in war's
The nation thanks them with a public voice;

By fhow'rs of bleflings Heaven approves their choice
Envy itfelf is dumb, in wonder löft,

And factions trive who fhall applaud them molt.

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 himfelf had won,
Till the Mofelle, appearing from afar,
Retards the progress of the moving war,

Delightful

Delightful fream, had nature bid her fall
In diftant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul,
But now a purchase to the fword the lies,
Her harvefts for uncertain owners rise,
Each vineyard doubtful of its mafter grows,
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows.
The difcontented fhades of flaughter'd hous
That wander'd on her banks, her heroes ghoffs,
Hop'd. when they faw Britannia's arms appear,
The vengeance due to their great death was near.

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Our godlike leader, ere the ftream he pafs'd,
The mighty fcheme of all his labours caft."
Forming the wond'rous year within his thought,
His bolom glow'd with battles yet unfought.
The long laborious march he firit furvevs,
And joins the diflant Danube to the Maefe;
Between whofe floods fuch pathlefs forefts grow,
Such mountains rife, fo many rivers flow:
The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes,
And danger serves but to enhance the prize.

Big with the fate of Europe, he renews
His dreadful courfe, 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 Maine he finds
Defenfive fhadows, and refrefhing winds.
Our British youth, with in-born 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 fireams revives the fainting hoft,
That cheerfully his labours paft forgets,
The midnight watches, and the noon-day heats.