No time, no change, no future flame, fhall move Receive the triumph, and forget the war. No banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to rove, Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: No perjur'd knight defires to quit thy arms, Faireft collection of thy fex's charms, Crown of my love, and honour of my youth! Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth, As thou may't wifh, fhall all his life employ, And found his glory in his Emma's joy. In me behold the poter t Edgar's heir, To greatness next to empire: fhalt be brought Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn; Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast (That heaven of foftnefs, and that feat of reft) Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forefts rove. EMMA. O day the faireft fure that ever rofe! Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love, None, none there is; the thought was rafh and vain; A falfe idea, and a fancy'd pain. Doubt fhall for ever quit my ftrengthen'd heart, Her present favour cautious I'll embrace, I must my bieffings or my forrows date ; Yet while with clofe delight and inward pride With power invested, and with pleafuře cheer'd; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown While thus the conftant pair alternate faid, Joyful above them and around them play'd Angels and sportive loves, a numerous crowd; Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bow'd: They tumbled all their little quivers o'er, To choose propitious fhafts, a precious ftore; That, when their god fhould take his future darts, To ftrike (however rarely) conftant hearts, His happy kill might proper arms employ, All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy : And thofe, they vow'd, whofe lives fhould imitate These lovers' conftancy, fhould fhare their fate. 1 The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves; Approv'd the little labour of the Loves; Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear And to the triumph call'd the god of war: Soon as the calls, the god is always near. Now, Mars, the faid, let fame exalt her voice : And when, as prudent Saturn fhall complete Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear; And conftant beauty fhall reward their care. Mars fmil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; And thou, the fmiling faid, great God of days And verfe, behold my deed, and fing my praise; As on the British earth, my favourite ifle, Thy gentle rays and kindeft influence fmile, Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves, Proclaim with joy these memorable loves. From every annual course let one great day To celebrated sports and floral play Be fet afide; and, in the softest lays Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praise And everlasting marks of honour paid To the true lover, and the nut-brown maid. AN ODE, HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE QUEEN, On the glorious fuccefs of her Majefty's Arms, 1706. WRITTEN IN IMITATION OF SPENSER'S STYLE. "Te non paventis funera Galliæ, "Duræque tellus audit Iberiæ : "Te cæde gaudentes Sicambri Compofitis venerantur armis.” HOR. PREFACE. WHEN I first thought of writing upon this occafion, I found the ideas fo great and numerous, that I judged them more proper for the warmth of an ode, than for any other fort of poetry: I therefore fet Horace before me for a pattern, and particularly his famous ode, the fourth of the fourth book, for once the appears in a farthingale. I have allo in Spenser's manner, ufed Cæfar for the emperor, Boya for Bavaria, Bavara for that prince, Ifter for Danube, Iberia for Spain, &c. That noble part of the ode which I just now mentioned, Qualem miniftrum fulminis alitem," &c. which he wrote in praife of Drufus after his expedition into Germany, and of Auguftus upon his happy choice of that general. And in the following poem, though I have endeavoured to imitate all the great ftrokes of that ode, I have taken the liberty to go off from it, and to add variously, as the subject and my own imagination carried me. As to the style, the choice I made of following the ode in Latin, determined me in English to the ftanza; and herein it was impoffible not to have a mind to follow our great countryman Spenser; which I have done (as well at least as I could) in the manner of my expreffion, and the turn of my number having only added one verfe to his ftanza, which I thought made the number more harmonious; and avoided fuch of his words as I found too obfolete. I have, however, retained fome few of them, to make the colouring look more like Spenfer's. Beheft, command; band, army; prowess, ftrength; I weet, I know; I ween, I think; whilom, heretofore; and two or three more of that kind, which I hope the ladies will pardon me, and not judge my muft lefs handfome, though where Horace praifes the Romans as being defcended from Æneas, I have turned to the honour of the British nation, descended from Brute, likewife a Trojan. That this Brute, fourth or fifth from Æneas, fettled in England, and built London, which is called Troja Nova, or Troynovante, is a story which (I think) owes its original, if not to Geoffry of Monmouth, at least to the Monkifh writers; yet it not rejected by our great Camden; and is told by Milton, as if (at least) he was pleafed with it, though poffibly he does not believe it however, it carries a poetical authority, which is fufficient for our purpose. It is as certain that Brute came into England, as that Æneas went into Italy; and, upon the fuppofition of thefe facts, Virgil wrote the best poem that the world ever read, and Spenfer paid Queen Elizabeth the greatel compliment. I need not obviate one piece of criticism, that I bring my hero "From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood: whereas he was not born when that city was deftroyed. Virgil, in the cafe of his own Æneas relating to Dido, will stand as a fufficient proof, that a man in his poetical capacity is not accountable for a little fault in chronology. My two great examples, Horace and Spenfer, in many things refemble each other: both have a height of imagination, and a majesty of expreffion, in defcribing the fublime; and both know to temper thofe talents, and fweeten the defcription, so as to make it lovely as well as pompous: both have equally that agreeable manner of mixing morality with their flory, and that Curiofa Felicitas in the choice of their diction, which every writer aims at, and fo very few have reached: both are particularly fine in their images, and knowing in their numbers. Leaving therefore our two masters to the confideration and study of those who defign to excel in poetry, I only beg leave to add, that it is long fince I have (or at least ought to have) quitted Parnaffus, and all the flowery roads on that fide the country; though I thought myself indifpenfably obliged, upon the prefent occafion, to take a little journey into thofe parts. As the frong eagle in the filent wood, Mindlefs of warlike rage and hoftile care, Plays round the rocky cliff or crystal flood, Till by Jove's high behests call'd out to war, And charg'd with thunder of his angry king, Flis bofom with the vengeful meffage glows; Upward the noble bird directs his wing, And, towering round his master's earth-born foes, Swift he collects his fatal ftock of ire, X1. Hark! the dire trumpets found their fhrill alarms! Auverquerque, branch'd from the renown'd Naffaus, Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire. Hoary in war, and bent beneath his arms, VI. Sedate and calm thus victor Marlborough fate, Shaded with laurels, in his native land, Till Anna calls him from his foft retreat, And gives her fecond thunder to his hand. Then, leaving fweet repofe and gentle ease, With ardent speed he feeks the distant foe; Marching o'er hills and vales, o'er rocks and feas, He meditates, and ftrikes the wondrous blow. Our thought flies flower than our general's fame : Grafps he the bolt? we afk-when he has hurl'd the flame. VII. When fierce Bavar on Judoign's fpacious plain Did froin afar the Britifli chief behold, His glorious fword with dauntless courage draws, run. XII. But brandish'd high, in an ill-omen'd hour To thee, proud Gaul, behold thy juleft fear, The mafter-fword, difpofer of thy power: 'Tis that which Cæfar gave the British peer. He took the gift: Nor ever will I fheathe This steed (fo Anna's high behests ordain) The general faid, unless by glorious death Abfolv'd, till conqueft has confirm'd your reign. Returns like thefe our mistress bids us make, When from a foreign prince a gift her Britons take. XII. And now fierce Gallia rushes on her foes, Her force augmented by the Boyan bands; So Volga's ftream, increas'd by mountain fnows, Rolls with new fury down through Ruffia's lands. Like two great rocks against the raging tide (If virtue's force with nature's we compare), Unmov'd the two united chiefs abide, Suftain the impulfe, and receive the war. Round their firm fides in vain the tempeft beats; And still the foaming wave with leflen'd power retreats. XlV. The rage difpers'd, the glorious pair advance, With mingled anger and collected might, To turn the war, and tell aggrefling France, How Britain's fons and Britain's friends can fight. On conqueft fix'd, and covetous of fame, Behold them rufhing through the Gallic hoft: Through ftanding corn fo runs the fudden flame, Or eaftern winds along Sicilia's coaft. They deal their terrors to the adverse nation : Pale death attends their arms, and ghaftly defola tion. XV. But while with fierceft ire Bellona glows, And Europe rather hopes than fears her fate; While Britain preffes her afflicted foes; What horror damps the ftrong, and quells the great! Whence look the foldiers' checks difmay'd and pale ? Erft ever dreadful, know they now to dread? XVI. I thank thee, fate, exclaims the fierce Bavar; I faw him fall, their thunderbolt of war :- A good man's grievous lofs, a faithful fervant died. XVII Propitious Mars the battle is regain'd: Long as the hero's life remains her love. news. When fwift-wing'd rumour told the mightyGaul, How leffen'd from the field Bavar was fled; He wept the fwiftnefs of the champion's fall; And thus the royal treaty-breaker faid; And lives he yer, the great, the loft Bavar, Ruin to Gallia in the name of friend? Tell me, how far has fortune been fevere? Has the foe's glory, or our grief, an end? Remains there, of the fifty thousand loft, [coaft To fave our threaten'd realm, or guard our flatter'd XX1. To the clofe rock the frighted raven flies, Soon as the rifing eagle cuts the air: The fhaggy wolf unfeen and trembling lies, When the hoarfe roar proclaims the lion near. Il-ftarr'd did we our forts and lines forfake, To dare our British foes to open fight: Our conquest we by firatagem should make : Our triumph had been founded in our flight. 'Tis ours by craft and by surprise to gain : 'Tis theirs, to meet in arms, and battle in the plain, XXII. The ancient father of this hoftile brood, Their boatted Brute, undaunted fuatch'd his gods From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood, And fix'd on filver l'hames his dire abodes: And this be Troynovante, he said, the feat By Heaven ordain'd, my fons, your lasting place: Superior here to all the bolts of late Live, mindful of the author of your race. Whom neither Greece, nor war, nor want, nor flame, [tame, Nor great Pelides' arm, nor Juno's rage, could XXIII. Their Tudors hence, and Stuarts offspring flow: Hence Edward, dreadful with his fable fhield, Talbot to Gallia's power eternal foe, And Seymour, fam'd in council or in field: Hence Nevil, great to fettle or dethrone, And Drake, and Ca'ndifh, terrors of the fea; Hence Butler's fons, o'er land and ocean known, Herbert's and Churchill's warring progeny: Hence the long roll which Gallia fhould conceal : For, oh who, vanquifh'd, loves the victor's fame to tell? XXIV. Envy'd Britannia, furdy as the oak, Produc'd new youth, and furnish'd fresh fupplies: For letters more polite, in battles more renown'd. XXV. Obftinate power, whom nothing can repel; Oft' breaking leagues, and oft' renewing wars; XXVI. To fruitful Rheims, or fair Lutetia's gate, What tidings fhall the meffenger convey? Shall the loud heraid our fuccefs relate, Or mitred priest appoint the folemn day? Alas my praises they no more muft fing; They to my ftatue now muft bow no more: Broken, repuls'd is their immortal king ; Fall'n, fall'n for ever, is the Gallic power.The woman chief is master of the war : Earth fhe has freed by arms, and vanquish'd Heaven by prayer. XXVII. While thus the ruin'd foe's defpair commends Thy council and thy deed, victorious queen, What shall thy fubjects fay, and what thy friends? How shall thy triumphs in our joy be seen? Oh deign to let the eldest of the nine Recite Britannia great, and Gallia free Oh! with her fifter Sculpture let her join To raife, great Anne, the monument to thee; To thee, of all our good the facred spring; To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our fofter king. XXVIII. Let Europe fav'd the column high erect, Than Trojan's higher, or than Antonine's; Where fembling art may carve the fair effect And full atchievement of thy great defigns. In a calm heaven, and a ferener air, Sublime the queen fhall on the fummit ftand, From danger far, as far remov'd from fear, And pointing down to earth her dread command. All winds, all ftorms, that threaten human woe, Shall fink beneath her feet, and spread their rage below. XXIX. Their flects fhall strive, by winds and waters toft, O virtue to thy British mother dear! For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide, XXX. There, in eternal characters engrav'd, Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone, Their force destroy'd, their privileges fav'd, Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own: Spain, from th' ufurper Bourbon's arms retriev'd, Shall with new life and grateful joy appear, Numbering the wonders which that youthatchiev'd, Whom Anna clad in arms, and fet to war; Whom Anna fent to claim Iberia's throne; And made him more than king, in calling him her fon. XXXI. There Ifter, pleas'd by Blenheim's glorious field Rolling fhall bid his eastern waves declare Germania fav'd by Britain's ample fhield, And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear; Shall bid them mention Marlborough on that shore, Leading his islanders, renown'd in arms, Through climes, where never British chief before Or pitch'd his camp, or founded his alarmis; Shall bid them blefs the queen, who made his freams [Thames, Glorious as thofe of Boyne, and fafe as thofe of XXXII. Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers, With decent joy fhall her deliverer meet; powers, Laying the keys beneath thy subject's feet. XXXIII. Bright fwords, and crested helms, and pointed fpears, In artful piles around the work fhall lie; XXXIV. And, as fine art the spaces may difpofe, The knowing thought and curious eye fhall fee |