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Decline the sun's intruding beams,
Alas! there is, who sees them there;
There is, who flatters not the fair,
The courser paws, and foams the rein;
In vain! Her high, presumptuous air
In gorgeous vestments rich and rare,
Green, scarlet, azure, shine, in vain !
In vain ! high-flavour'd foreign fruits,
Sydonian oils, and Lydian lutes,
With helm and spear each pillar gleams;
The golden wedge from Ophir's coasts,
From Arab incense vain, she boafts, Vain are her gods, and vainly men adore.
Foes meet her there : the wind, the wave,
That once aid, strength, and grandeur gave,
And mast of cedar nought avail,
Her Gods sink with her! to the sky,
Which never more shall meet her eye,
In her first dawn'd the British right?
What though she longer warr'd than Troy?
At length her foes that Ife destroy
Their aweful brows : « O foul inistake! ** O fatal pride! (they cry) this, this is she,
“ Who said--with my own art and arm,
“ In the world's wealth I wrap me warm”. And swell’d at-heart, vain Empress of the Sea !
XXIII. 6. This
" Alas! how low, to be ador’d, « And file herself a God !--Through stormy wars
" This Eagle-Ille her thunder bore,
“ High-fed her young with human gore; 66 And would have built her nest among the stars.
66 To stand Heaven's vengeance, or prevent! * To turn aside the great Creator's aim !
" Shall Iand-kings with Him contend,
" Who makes the Poles beneath him bend ? “ And shall drink up the sea herself with flame ?
" When from the brazen Mountain's brow 66 The God of Battles takes his mighty bow
“ Of wrath prepares to pour the flood,
“ Puts on his vesture dipt in blood,
“ Ah! wretched Ille, and wife too late ! 66 The vengeance of Jehovah is gone out :
Thy luxury, corruption, pride,
Ador’d thee standing, o'er thy ruins shout :
XXVII. “ To
“ Was thine, O fallen ! fallen low ! « 'Twas thine, of jarring thrones to still debates :
“ How art thou fallen, down, down, down!
• Wide waste, and night, and horror frown, " Where Empire fiam'd in gold, and balanc'd states."
STRA IN THE THIRD.
ARGUMENT. An inference from this History. Advice to Britain.
More proper to her than other Nations. How far the stroke of tyranny reaches. What supports our endeavours. The unconfider'd benefits of liberty. Britain's obligation to pursue trade. Why above half the globe is sea. Britain's grandeur from her situation. The winds, the seas, the constellations, described. Sir Isaac Newton's praise. Britain compared with other States. The Leviathan described. Britain's site, and ancient title to the seas. Who rivals her. Of Venice. Holland. Some despise Trade as mean. Censured for it. Trade's glory. The late Czar. Solomon. A surprizing instance of magnificence. The merchant's dignity. Compared with men of letters.
Our fortunes wither or endure :
What storms from Jove's unwilling frown,
A people's crimes solicit down! Ocean 's the womb of riches, and the
Virtues should rise, as Fortunes swell :
Of worth superior : if ’tis less,
Another's treasure we possess,