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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
123.
Behind the Gen'ral mends his weary Pace,
And sullenly to his Revenge he sails:
(p) So glides, &c. from Virgil. Quum medii nexus, extremæque agmina caudæ solvuntur; tardofque trahit finis ultimus orbes, &c. (p) So glides some trodden serpent on the Grass,
And long behind his wounded Volume trails.
Behind the Gen'ral mends his weary Pace,
And sullenly to his Revenge he sails:
(p) So glides, &c. from Virgil. Quum medii nexus, extremæque agmina caudæ solvuntur; tardofque trahit finis ultimus orbes, &c. (p) So glides some trodden serpent on the Grass,
And long behind his wounded Volume trails.
124.
Th' increasing Sound is born to either shore,
And for their stakes the throwing Nations fear:
Their Passion, double with the Cannons roar,
And with warm wishes each an combats there.
Th' increasing Sound is born to either shore,
And for their stakes the throwing Nations fear:
Their Passion, double with the Cannons roar,
And with warm wishes each an combats there.
125.
Pli'd thick and close as when the Fight begun,
Their huge unwieldy Navy wastes away:
So sicken waning Moons too near the Sun,
And blunt their Crescents on the edge of day.
Pli'd thick and close as when the Fight begun,
Their huge unwieldy Navy wastes away:
So sicken waning Moons too near the Sun,
And blunt their Crescents on the edge of day.
126.
And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
Their ships like wasted Patrimonies shew:
Where the thin scatt'ring Trees admit the light,
And shun each others Shadows as they grow.
And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
Their ships like wasted Patrimonies shew:
Where the thin scatt'ring Trees admit the light,
And shun each others Shadows as they grow.
127. The
