Once more their fate the warriors long to prove; Reviv'd each soldier lifts his drooping head, Forgets his wounds, and calls him on to lead; Again their crests the German eagles rear, 4.1Q Stretch their broad wings, and fan the Latian air; Greedy for battle and the prey they call, And point great Eugene's thunder on the Gaul. The chief commands, and soon in dread array.
The foe in vain with Gallic arts attends, To mark which way the wary leader bends, 4:t,
en, THE SIGHT OF TWO PIN DARTC ODES ON THE SPLE E N AND WANITY. WRITT EN BY A LADY + HER FRIEND.