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Here shatter'd Walls, like broken Rocks, from far
Rise up in hideous Views, the Guilt of War;
Whilst here the Vine o'er Hills of Ruin climbs,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's Crimes.
Rise up in hideous Views, the Guilt of War;
Whilst here the Vine o'er Hills of Ruin climbs,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's Crimes.
At length the Fame of England's Heroe drew
Eugenio to the glorious Interview;
Great Souls by Instinct to each other turn,
Demand Alliance, and in Friendship burn;
A sudden Friendship, while with stretch'd out Rays
They meet each other, mingling Blaze with Blaze.
Polish'd in Courts, and harden'd in the Field,
Renown'd for Conquest, and in Council skill'd;
Their Courage dwells not in a troubl'd Flood
Of mounting Spirits, and fermenting Blood;
Lodg'd in the Soul, with Virtue over-rul'd,
Inflam'd by Reason, and by Reason cool'd,
In Hours of Peace content to be unknown,
And only in the Field of Battle shown:
To Souls like these, in mutual Friendship join'd,
Heav'n dares entrust the Cause of Human kind.
Eugenio to the glorious Interview;
Great Souls by Instinct to each other turn,
Demand Alliance, and in Friendship burn;
A sudden Friendship, while with stretch'd out Rays
They meet each other, mingling Blaze with Blaze.
Polish'd in Courts, and harden'd in the Field,
Renown'd for Conquest, and in Council skill'd;
Their Courage dwells not in a troubl'd Flood
Of mounting Spirits, and fermenting Blood;
Lodg'd in the Soul, with Virtue over-rul'd,
Inflam'd by Reason, and by Reason cool'd,
In Hours of Peace content to be unknown,
And only in the Field of Battle shown:
To Souls like these, in mutual Friendship join'd,
Heav'n dares entrust the Cause of Human kind.
Britannia's graceful Sons appear in Arms,
Her Harras'd Troops the Heroe's Presence warms,
Whilst the high Hills and Rivers all around
With thund'ring Peals of British Shouts resound:
Doubling their Speed they March with fresh Delight,
Eager for Glory, and require the Fight.
So the stanch Hound the trembling Deer pursues,
And smells his Footsteps in the tainted Dews,
The tedious Track unrav'ling by degrees:
But when the Scent comes warm in ev'ry Breeze,
Fir'd at the near Approach, he shoots away
On his full Stretch, and bears upon his Prey.
Her Harras'd Troops the Heroe's Presence warms,
Whilst the high Hills and Rivers all around
With thund'ring Peals of British Shouts resound:
Doubling their Speed they March with fresh Delight,
Eager for Glory, and require the Fight.
So the stanch Hound the trembling Deer pursues,
And smells his Footsteps in the tainted Dews,
The tedious Track unrav'ling by degrees:
But when the Scent comes warm in ev'ry Breeze,
Fir'd at the near Approach, he shoots away
On his full Stretch, and bears upon his Prey.
The March concludes, the various Realms are past,
Th' Immortal Schellenberg appears at last:
Th' Immortal Schellenberg appears at last:
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