Non: Frederic a vu les trames
Ourdies au sond de vos ames:
Tous vos projets sont consondus.
Soldats, un ennemi parjure,
Dont l'ambition est la loi,
Vous sait la plus sanglante injure,
Il ose attaquer votre Roi.
Il vient se montrer a vos portes:
Deja ses nombreuses cohortes
Repandent partour la terreur;
Soutenez la plus juste cause,
Sur vous Frederic se repose;
Si vous l'aimez il est vainqueur.
Il dit. Son courage intrepide
Passe dans l'ame des soldats:
Et chacun d'eux, nouvel Alcide,
Brule de voler aux combats.
Autrichien vain & sarouche,
Oui, l'insolence est dans ta bouche,
Mais l'epouvante est dans ton cœur:
Francois, ta valeur si vantee
Devant le Prussien est glacee:
Tout disparoit jusqu'a l'honneur.
Jadis les ensans de la terre,
Les tyrans siers audacieux,
Oserent declarer la guerre
Au souverain maitre des dieux:
Deja leur sureur arrogante
Levoit une main triomphante.
Jupiter tonne, ils sont vaincus.
Toi, Frederic, en ta colere
Tu jettes um regarde severe,
Tes ennemis sont eperdus.
Aux plaintes de la Germanie
L'orgueil Francois est ecrase;
Frederic vole en Silesie,
L'Autrichien est terrasse
Ses soldats lancent ils la soudre?
Ils paroissent, tout est en poudre.
La victoire est devant leurs pas,
Non, il n'est rien la qui m'etonne.
Il saut que les succes couronne
Des heros que soutient son bras.
Et toi, feroce Moscovite,
Tu crains d'affronter sa valeur:
Une prompte et heureuse fuite
Te soustrait a son bras vangeur.
Va raconter dans les provinces
Que le plus auguste de princes
A pour soldats des demi dieux:
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No, Frederic sees the latent snare,
And all your projects mix with air.
Soldiers, said he, a lawless pow'r
With war profanes the peaceful hour;
Your King assails, invades his gates,
And shakes with terror all his states.
Support my cause, my cause is just;
In you your Frederic puts his trst;
Of all his wish, your love, possest,
Of conquest sure, your King is blest.
He said, and soon the sacred fire
That warms his breast, his troops acquire.
A new Alcides now in might.
Each burns impatient for the fight.
Proud Austria still in threats is brave,
But sinks at heart; to fear a slave;
Of France the boasted valour's fled
The Prussian comes, she's chill'd with dread:
Even honour frighted, quits her breast,
Her lov'd, her long familiar guest.
When erst the sons of Earth arose.
Of mighty Jove th' audacious foes,
The God serene, in awful state,
Launch'd the red bolt, their instant fate;
So when with headlong fury fir'd.
To Frederic's crown his foes aspir'd,
The hero frown'd with martial grace,
And swift they vanish'd from the place.
Germania sighs, her voice is heard,
And France chastis'd, no more is fear'd;
To aid Silesia, Frederic flies,
And low on earth proud Austria lies.
Does Jove his troops with thunder trust?
They march—and foes and tow'rs are dust.
Before them Vict'ry wings her way,
And stays where'er the heroes stay.
What secret cause these wonders breeds?
No wonders these — For Frederic leads.
Fierce Russia fear'd his piercing fight.
And sav'd her troops by timely flight.
Ye fugitives, proclaim around
What demi-gods combin'd ye found;
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