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But hold, my Muse, may no Complaints appear,
Nor blot the Day with an ungrateful Tear:
While MARLBRO' lives Britannia's Stars dispense,
A friendly Light, and shine in Innocence.
Plunging thro' Seas of Blood his fiery Steed
Where e'er his Friends retire, or Foes succeed;
Those he supports, these drives to sudden Flight,
And turns the various Fortune of the Fight.
Nor blot the Day with an ungrateful Tear:
While MARLBRO' lives Britannia's Stars dispense,
A friendly Light, and shine in Innocence.
Plunging thro' Seas of Blood his fiery Steed
Where e'er his Friends retire, or Foes succeed;
Those he supports, these drives to sudden Flight,
And turns the various Fortune of the Fight.
Forbear, Great Man, Renown'd in Arms, forbear
To brave the thickest Terrors of the War,
Nor hazard thus, confus'd in Crouds of Foes,
Britannia's Safety, and the World's Repose;
Let Nations anxious for thy Life abate
This Scorn of Danger, and Contempt of Fate:
Thou liv'st not for thy self; thy QUEEN demands
Conquest and Peace from thy Victorious Hands;
Kingdoms and Empires in thy Fortune join,
And Europe's Destiny depends on Thine.
To brave the thickest Terrors of the War,
Nor hazard thus, confus'd in Crouds of Foes,
Britannia's Safety, and the World's Repose;
Let Nations anxious for thy Life abate
This Scorn of Danger, and Contempt of Fate:
Thou liv'st not for thy self; thy QUEEN demands
Conquest and Peace from thy Victorious Hands;
Kingdoms and Empires in thy Fortune join,
And Europe's Destiny depends on Thine.
At length the long-disputed Pass they gain,
By crouded Armies fortify'd in vain;
The War breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield,
And see their Camp with British Legions fill'd.
So Belgian Mounds bear on their shatter'd Sides
The Sea's whole weight, encreas'd with swelling Tides;
But if the rushing Wave a Passage finds,
Enrag'd by watry Moons, and warring Winds,
The trembling Peasant sees his Country round
Cover'd with Tempests, and in Oceans drown'd.
By crouded Armies fortify'd in vain;
The War breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield,
And see their Camp with British Legions fill'd.
So Belgian Mounds bear on their shatter'd Sides
The Sea's whole weight, encreas'd with swelling Tides;
But if the rushing Wave a Passage finds,
Enrag'd by watry Moons, and warring Winds,
The trembling Peasant sees his Country round
Cover'd with Tempests, and in Oceans drown'd.
The few surviving Foes, dispers'd in Flight,
(Refuse of Swords, and Gleanings of a Fight)
In every russling Wind the Victor hear,
And MARLBRO's Form in ev'ry Shadow fear,
'Till the dark Cope of Night with kind Embrace
Befriends the Rout, and covers their Disgrace.
(Refuse of Swords, and Gleanings of a Fight)
In every russling Wind the Victor hear,
And MARLBRO's Form in ev'ry Shadow fear,
'Till the dark Cope of Night with kind Embrace
Befriends the Rout, and covers their Disgrace.
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