604:00,000[' ]| 604:00,000[' ]| 604:00,000[' ]| 604:00,001[A ]| How great a transport is a brave man in, 604:00,002[A ]| When echoing trumpets bid the fight begin? 604:00,003[A ]| With joy, the listening warrior hears them sound, 604:00,004[A ]| And rears himself, all ravished, from the ground: 604:00,005[A ]| He grasps his sword, and lifts his ponderous shield, 604:00,006[A ]| And big with joy, flies to the fatal field: 604:00,007[A ]| The god of war his heated breast inspires, 604:00,008[A ]| And his glad soul swells to receive the fires: 604:00,009[A ]| Already, he descries the distant plain, 604:00,010[A ]| Already seems to view the horrid scene, 604:00,011[A ]| Hear clashing spears, and groans of dying men. 604:00,012[A ]| Such was our monarch's transport at the Boyne: 604:00,013[A ]| There, Nassau, all the work was heaven's, and thine. 604:00,014[A ]| Thyself the foremost, like the leading god, 604:00,015[A ]| The soldiers gladly followed through the flood; 604:00,016[A ]| Bending the waves beneath them with their tread, 604:00,017[A ]| They raised a tempest, though the winds were laid. 604:00,018[A ]| Each army, like a well-appointed fleet, 604:00,019[A ]| Cut through the rapid streams, and mid-way met; 604:00,020[A ]| Whilst from both shores the thundering ordinance speaks, 604:00,021[A ]| In louder sounds, than those of brazen beaks. 604:00,022[A ]| All elements, fire, water, earth and air, 604:00,023[A ]| Join in the fight, and mingle in the war. 604:00,024[A ]| Clouds of black smoke the face of heaven obscure, 604:00,025[A ]| The earth is shook, and the dashed waters roar; 604:00,026[A ]| Hundreds are swallowed up, the furious tide, 604:00,027[A ]| With a strong current, rolls away the dead. 604:00,028[A ]| Already they have shot the gulf of death, 604:00,029[A ]| And need no waftage over lakes beneath; 604:00,030[A ]| Fate stretched himself, and both the banks bestrid, 604:00,031[A ]| Fixing a deadly foot on either side, 604:00,032[A ]| Whilst underneath his arch the river flowed, 604:00,033[A ]| Whose waters rose up to him, swelled with blood; 604:00,034[A ]| By thousand differing ways, a thousand fall, 604:00,035[A ]| See death in all its forms, and dire in all. 604:00,036[A ]| The stately youth, that stood erect but now, 604:00,037[A ]| Struck by the mortal dart, are levelled low; 604:00,038[A ]| Whole heads and arms are lopped, the shivering spear 604:00,039[A ]| Strikes its sharp splinters through the wounded air; 604:00,040[A ]| All instruments of death the fates employ, 604:00,041[A ]| Whom the swords spare, the waters do destroy. 604:00,042[A ]| From dying chiefs the river gains a fame, 604:00,043[A ]| But Sconberg gives it an immortal name: 604:00,044[A ]| Bred up in camps, inured to horrid wars, 604:00,045[A ]| Laden with fame and honour, as with years; 604:00,046[A ]| Brave as he lived, the good old general fell, 604:00,047[A ]| And his great master did revenge him well. 604:00,048[A ]| Oh! had thy mighty shade been by to have seen 604:00,049[A ]| What troops of ghosts he sent to wait on thine, 604:00,050[A ]| Thy thankful genius would his steps attend, 604:00,051[A ]| The best of masters, and the bravest friend; 604:00,052[A ]| To him thy art of conquering would bequeath, 604:00,053[A ]| Who fought to make thee famous in thy death: 604:00,054[A ]| For whilst the waters of the Boyne shall flow, 604:00,055[A ]| Succeeding ages shall remember you. 604:00,056[A ]| Soldiers and chiefs without distinction drop, 604:00,057[A ]| Only the king, stood as immortal up; 604:00,058[A ]| Around thy head a thousand deaths did fly, 604:00,059[A ]| Spent in the air; the boldest destiny 604:00,060[A ]| Durst only touch thee in its passage by. 604:00,061[A ]| Thy stronger genius did the stroke decline, 604:00,062[A ]| Fate had the power of every life but thine. 604:00,063[A ]| Heroes on either side rush dauntless on; 604:00,064[A ]| The day is vanished ere the battle's done. 604:00,065[A ]| Groans of fallen soldiers mount up to the skies, 604:00,066[A ]| Compassionate echoes answer to their cries. 604:00,067[A ]| Whole heaven's concerned, as 'twere itself in fight, 604:00,068[A ]| And diseased nature sickens at the sight; 604:00,069[A ]| Nought stops the merciless victor in his course, 604:00,070[A ]| Strongly he urges on the impetuous horse, 604:00,071[A ]| And bears down all with a resistless force: 604:00,072[A ]| So swiftly does he drive the flying steed, 604:00,073[A ]| That victory can scarce keep equal speed. 604:00,074[A ]| Heaven looks with pity on the mighty dead, 604:00,075[A ]| And grieved to see so many thousands bleed, 604:00,076[A ]| Spreads the thick veil of night, to keep them hid. 604:00,077[A ]| The sun went down with an unwonted red; 604:00,078[A ]| Bloody he looked, as if himself had bled. 604:00,079[A ]| He seemed to fall in the same famous stream; 604:00,080[A ]| Our Nassau fought, and seemed to fall by him. 604:00,081[A ]| Those very waters where the god lay drowned, 604:00,082[A ]| Our greater hero passed and went beyond. 604:00,083[A ]| The heavens withdraw their lustre, and their fires 604:00,084[A ]| And day itself, the last of all, expires. 604:00,085[A ]| Night, horror, and confusion, fill the plain, 604:00,086[A ]| Darkness and death, shut in the gloomy scene. 604:00,087[A ]| Winds waft the dreadful tidings round their coast; 604:00,088[A ]| Aloud they tell them how their isle is lost; 604:00,089[A ]| Bid them take wings, and fly in haste away, 604:00,090[A ]| The conqueror comes on, as swift as they. 604:00,091[A ]| Fierce, and resistless, through the land he passed; 604:00,092[A ]| His fame, and he seemed to make equal haste. 604:00,093[A ]| At his approach the affrighted realm is shook, 604:00,094[A ]| The chiefest cities yield without a stroke. 604:00,095[A ]| To the proud walls of Limerick, siege he lays, 604:00,096[A ]| Which nought but winter had the power to raise. 604:00,097[A ]| The gathering clouds do warn him to be gone, 604:00,098[A ]| And timely show the tempest drawing on. 604:00,099[A ]| His orders for a brave retreat are given, 604:00,100[A ]| The pious hero only yields to heaven. 604:00,101[A ]| So Tyre stopped Alexander's eager haste; 604:00,102[A ]| Withstood him for a while, though won at last. 604:00,103[A ]| Now he returns from the half-vanquished isle; 604:00,104[A ]| And seeks in foreign camps for nobler toil. 604:00,105[A ]| He leaves his army to his general's care, 604:00,106[A ]| And shows the ways, they must pursue the war. 604:00,107[A ]| With the vast help of the dread Nassau's name, 604:00,108[A ]| His gallant chiefs purchase their share of fame. 604:00,109[A ]| They fought secure of honour, and success; 604:00,110[A ]| The cause was heaven's, and the army his. 604:00,111[A ]| Conquest is easier made, when once begun; 604:00,112[A ]| Like high swollen waters, when the sluice is drawn, 604:00,113[A ]| The torrent from afar comes rolling on. 604:00,114[A ]| To distant realms his conquering arms he bears, 604:00,115[A ]| And hostile lands are made the seat of wars. 604:00,116[A ]| On him, and us these blessings are bestowed, 604:00,117[A ]| Peace flourishes at home, and war abroad. 604:00,118[A ]| Disdainful princes are compelled to bow; 604:00,119[A ]| And haughty France begins to feel us now. 604:00,120[A ]| With powers unequal, they a war maintain, 604:00,121[A ]| Compelled already to resign the Main. 604:00,122[A ]| The greatest navy they could ever boast, 604:00,123[A ]| The work of thirty years, one conflict lost. 604:00,124[A ]| Both fleets encountered with impetuous shocks, 604:00,125[A ]| Resounding as the waves, that dash the rocks. 604:00,126[A ]| The cannon roared as loud as did the seas, 604:00,127[A ]| And fire, and smoke rolled o'er the ocean's face, 604:00,128[A ]| Some sunk, some scattered through the watery field, 604:00,129[A ]| And some from farther flight disabled yield. 604:00,130[A ]| Once more, we're sovereign masters of the sea, 604:00,131[A ]| And have our passage to invasion free. 604:00,132[A ]| On the proud foe, we may our armies pour, 604:00,133[A ]| Resistless as the seas, that wash their shore. 604:00,134[A ]| Again, we may recover empire there: 604:00,135[A ]| England can do it, and its monarch dare. 604:00,136[A ]| 'Tis he must pull the growing tyrant down; 604:00,137[A ]| 'Tis he will lead the British armies on. 604:00,138[A ]| Go all you gallant youths, your arms prepare, 604:00,139[A ]| Go with your royal leader to the war. 604:00,140[A ]| Yours is the right, with conquest make your claim, 604:00,141[A ]| And raise at once, your fortunes and your fame. 604:00,142[A ]| None but old men confined within our isles, 604:00,143[A ]| And tender maids, unfit for mighty toils. 604:00,144[A ]| Albion unpeopled, need not fear surprise, 604:00,145[A ]| Heaven has created it a guard of seas. 604:00,146[A ]| The aged sires to altars shall repair, 604:00,147[A ]| And with a pious force, win heaven by prayer. 604:00,148[A ]| The sighing virgins shall your absence mourn, 604:00,149[A ]| And every beauty beg your safe return. 604:00,150[A ]| With vows and tears, assenting heaven shall move, 604:00,151[A ]| And that shall crown your arms, and they your love. 604:00,152[A ]| Thrice happy victors destined to receive 604:00,153[A ]| What heaven, and heavenly beauty has to give. 604:00,154[A ]| But one, by far surpassing all the rest, 604:00,155[A ]| Shall make her much-loved Nassau chiefly blessed. 604:00,156[A ]| The queen of Britain, and of beauty smiles, 604:00,157[A ]| And thanks her conquering warrior for his toils. 604:00,158[A ]| Each rolling day, new honours does prepare; 604:00,159[A ]| Gives him new glory, adds new charms to her. 604:00,160[A ]| He reaps the noble harvest of the field, 604:00,161[A ]| And gives her all the crop that it can yield. 604:00,162[A ]| Thus whilst his wreaths, thy lovely temples bind, 604:00,163[A ]| And all the laurel crowns he won, are thine; 604:00,164[A ]| And all by crowning thee become divine; 604:00,165[A ]| From every part shall vanquished princes come; 604:00,166[A ]| Thou shall pronounce the royal captives' doom. 604:00,167[A ]| Each vassal shall bow down his suppliant knee, 604:00,168[A ]| And all the earth receive their laws from thee. 604:00,169[A ]| Tune then your Io Paeans to their praise, 604:00,170[A ]| To our great king eternal trophies raise. 604:00,171[A ]| Let the good Dorset all his fights rehearse; 604:00,172[A ]| The noblest actions, in the noblest verse. 604:00,173[A ]| Let the best pencil draw him as he stood, 604:00,174[A ]| Repelling fate, and the surrounding flood. 604:00,175[A ]| Paint him triumphant over earth, and sea, 604:00,176[A ]| Paint him so great, as all may know 'tis he. 604:00,177[A ]| All his loved subjects watch his wished return, 604:00,178[A ]| Prepare his triumphs, and his throne adorn; 604:00,179[A ]| Pour all your treasure out beneath his feet, 604:00,180[A ]| And be your payment, as your debt is, great. 604:00,181[A ]| Supply him from your unexhausted store, 604:00,182[A ]| So brave a prince never led you forth before. 604:00,183[A ]| Preserve him, heaven, from all the rage of war; 604:00,184[A ]| Divert the threatening point of every spear; 604:00,185[A ]| Shield him, some god, and let no shaft come near.