5 Beneath fair Ulyssippo's walls, The frighted Lusitanian calls; Thee, they who drink the Seine, with those And universal peace restore: Thee, Gallia, mournful to survive the fate That virtue is a noble way to rise, To grasp at Heav'n, by Jove's eternal doom, Or, sent in Aetna's fiery cave to groan, Gain but an higher fall, a mountain for their tomb. ODE XXV. THE GENIUS. WRITTEN IN 1717, ON OCCASION OF THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH's APOPLEXY. BY LEONARD welsted, ESQ. AWFUL hero, Marlb'rough, rise: Well survey this faithful plan, 'Tis a short, but crowded span, Full of triumphs, full of glory. One by one thy deeds review, Sieges, battles, thick appear; Greatly fill each pompous year. This is Blenheim's crimson field, Wet with gore, with slaughter stain❜d ! Here retiring squadrons yield, And a bloodless wreath is gain'd! Ponder in thy godlike mind All the wonders thou hast wrought; Tyrants, from their pride declin'd, Be the subject of thy thought! Rest thee here, while life may last: And to own them great and good. But 'tis gone-a mortal born! Swift the fading scenes remove- Poets, prophets, heroes, kings, Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee; Men, who acted wond'rous things, Though they yield in fame to thee. Foremost in the patriot band, Yonder seats and fields of light ODE XXVI. ON THE DEATH OF QUEEN CARoline. BY RICHARD WEST, ESQ. SING we no more of HYMENEAL lays, And now our sorrows ask a sadder string; -Ah! drop thy cypress on yon mournful bier! Begin: nor more delay The sacred meed of gratitude to pay: To the dear name of CAROLINE is due : Who loves the Muse, deserves the Muse's love: Then raise thy numbers high, Sound out her glory to the throne of Jove, Spread the glad voice through all the ambient sky, |