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Fatal ambition ! say what wondrous charms Delude mankind to toil for thee in arms !
145 When all thy ipoils, thy wreaths in battle won,
of power, and glory of a crown, When all war gives, when all the great can gain, Ev’n thy whole pleasure, pays not half thy pain.
All hail! ye fofter, happier arts of peace, 150 Secur'd from harms, and blest with learned ease ; In battles, blood, and perils hard, unskill'd, Which haunt the warrior in the fatal field; But chief, thee, Goddess Muse! my verse would raise, And to thy own soft numbers tune thy praise ; Happy the youth inspir’d, beneath thy shade, Thy verdant, ever-living laurels laid ! There, safe, no pleafures, there no pains they know, But those which from thy sacred raptures flow, Nor wish for crowns, but what thy groves bestow. Me, nymph divine! nor scorn my
But nobler thoughts the victor prince employ,
From hence !---But oh ! too soon the hero mourns
But oh, my Mufe ! th' ungrateful toil forsake,
See! where at once Ramillia's noble field
205 Ten thousand themes for living verse fhall yield. See! where at once the dreadful objects rise, At once they spread before my wondering eyes, And shock my labouring foul with vast surprize; At once the wide extended battles moves At once they join, at once their fate they prove. The roar ascends promiscuous ; groans and cries, The drums, the cannons' burst, the shout, supplies One universal anarchy of noise. One din confus’d, found mixt and lost in sound, 215 Echoes to all the frighted cities round. Thick duft and smoke in
clouds arise, Stain the bright day, and taint the
skies ; While flashing fames like lightening dart between, 220 And fill the horror of the fatal scene. Around the field, all dy'd in purple foam, Hate, fury, and insatiate slaughter roam; Discord with pleasure o'er the ruin treads, And laughing wraps her in her tatter'd weeds;
225 While fierce Bellona thunders in her car, Shakes terrible her steely whip from far, And with new rage revives the fainting war. So when two currents rapid in their course Rush to a point, and meet with equal force, 239 The angry billows rear their heads on high, Dashing aloft the foaming surges fly, And rising cloud the air with misty spry; The raging flood is heard from far to roar, By listening shepherds on the distant shore,
235 While much they fear, what ills it should portend, And wonder why the watery gods contend.
High in the midst, Britannia's warlike chief,
2.50 Prudence and Fortitude their Marlborough guard, And pleasing Liberty his labours chear’d; But chief, the Angel of his Queen was there, The union-cross his filver shield did bear, And in his decent hand he shook a warlike spear. While Victory celestial soars above, Plum'd like the eagle of imperial Jove, Jiangs o’er the chief, whom she delights to bless, And ever arms his sword with sure success, Dooms him the proud oppressor to destroy, 260 Then waves her palm, and claps her wings for joy. Such was young Ammon on Arbela’s plain, Or such the * painter did the hero feign, Where rushing on, and fierce, he seems to ride, With graceful ardor, and majestic pride, With all the gods of Greece and fortune on his side.
Nor long Bavaria's haughty prince in vain Labours the fight unequal to maintain ; * Le Brun.
He sees 'tis doom'd his fatal friend the Gaul
What vast reward, Europe, shalt thou pay, 280
In every land, in every city freed,