101:01,000@@@@@| 101:01,000[A ]| 101:01,000[A ]| 101:01,001[A ]| To$4$ worthies dead we shrines and altars give; 101:01,002[A ]| The temple is but building whilst they live. 101:01,003[A ]| True greatness is a pile does daily rise 101:01,004[A ]| Till its last pinnacle has kissed the skies; 101:01,005[A ]| Then, fixed as Fate, the unshaken columns hold, 101:01,006[A ]| The fabric strongest when the cement is cold. 101:01,007[A ]| Here, sacred shade, our just devotion flies, 101:01,008[A ]| The saint commences when the hero dies, 101:01,009[A ]| Whilst the incense of our vows thus late aspires, 101:01,010[A ]| Perfumed and lighted at thy funeral fires. 101:01,011[A ]| But would we pay thee ought that$6#1$ is worthy thee, 101:01,012[A ]| Thy own memorials must the oblation be. 101:01,013[A ]| The Persians thus did their sun's altar store 101:01,014[A ]| With loads of precious fragrant gums, no$2$ more 101:01,015[A ]| Than what his beams had made so$5#1$ sweet before. 101:01,016[A ]| But are these pious rites our only due? 101:01,017[A ]| No$7$; with our prayers we have execrations too 101:01,018[A ]| Against that$6#2$ Fate which$6#1$ has our hopes undone, 101:01,019[A ]| Making us wretched and thee blessed too soon. 101:01,020[A ]| O drive that$6#2$ dismal scene of horror hence! 101:01,021[A ]| It will$1$ break all numbers and dissolve all sense. 101:01,022[A ]| Ye jocund peaceful choir, if such you be, 101:01,023[A ]| For$3$ ill should harmony with woes agree, 101:01,024[A ]| Ye powerful nine, obeyed through the vast ALL, 101:01,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ both the unborn and dead to$4$ life can call, 101:01,026[A ]| To$4$ forms you bodies give; at whose command, 101:01,027[A ]| Past, present, and to$9$ come, walk hand in$4$ hand, 101:01,028[A ]| Whilst Time at once to$4$ both its poles you see 101:01,029[A ]| Standing the Janus to$4$ eternity: 101:01,030[A ]| Assist us with your intellectual light, 101:01,031[A ]| Present the living hero to$4$ our fight. 101:01,032[A ]| O let his old majestic form arise 101:01,033[A ]| And flash amazement in$4$ bold gazers' eyes, 101:01,034[A ]| As if his hand still the same trident bore 101:01,035[A ]| When Charles his thunder shook the Belgic shore, 101:01,036[A ]| Whilst Ossory within his floating walls, 101:01,037[A ]| His valiant sea-born sons to$4$ honour calls; 101:01,038[A ]| Or let him against the insulting Gallic foe 101:01,039[A ]| Through lanes of death to$4$ mouths of cannons go, 101:01,040[A ]| Then turn their roaring throats to$4$ their own dooms, 101:01,041[A ]| Through their own hearts unload their sulphurous wombs. 101:01,042[A ]| So$5#2$ Jupiter struck a bold giant dead, 101:01,043[A ]| Dashed his hurled mountains back on$4$ his own head, 101:01,044[A ]| Whilst to$4$ his buried foes at once he gave 101:01,045[A ]| In$4$ their own arms, both a defeat, and grave. 101:01,046[A ]| Yet hold my hand! How daring is this essay! 101:01,047[A ]| O couldst thou, Fancy, his true painter play! 101:01,048[A ]| Be masterly each touch; paint, as he fights, 101:01,049[A ]| Bold be thy strokes; let all his picture's lights 101:01,050[A ]| Be thunder; desolation every shade: 101:01,051[A ]| Such were the colours which$6#1$ his pencil laid; 101:01,052[A ]| Whilst with his sword the dazzling piece he drew, 101:01,053[A ]| And then at Charles his feet the landscape threw. 101:01,054[A ]| At Charles his feet: Charles was his polar star, 101:01,055[A ]| All his ambitions circle centred there; 101:01,056[A ]| His loyalty and courage were so$5#1$ paired 101:01,057[A ]| As if one motion and one life they shared. 101:01,058[A ]| His glory and his prince's interest 101:01,059[A ]| Inseparably at once so$5#1$ filled his breast 101:01,060[A ]| That$3$ when his soul, big with a thought divine, 101:01,061[A ]| Quickened and swelled with some sublime design, 101:01,062[A ]| Whilst in$4$ his brain the mighty embryo lay 101:01,063[A ]| And called the God of Fire to$9$ make it way, 101:01,064[A ]| Before the great Minerva could come forth, 101:01,065[A ]| The half-born form teemed with a second birth, 101:01,066[A ]| Felt through the mass a generating flame, 101:01,067[A ]| And straight impregnated with Charles his fame: 101:01,068[A ]| From its great parent sprung, like$4$ light from fire, 101:01,069[A ]| At the same moment born the offspring and the sire. 101:01,070[A ]| So$5#1$ joined their source, so$5#1$ undistinguished lay, 101:01,071[A ]| Not the attributes of Heaven more linked than they: 101:01,072[A ]| As indivisible to$4$ thought or sense 101:01,073[A ]| As infinite is from omnipotence; 101:01,074[A ]| Nay, and to$9$ make the royal union knit, 101:01,075[A ]| If possible, more close, more sacred yet, 101:01,076[A ]| His loyalties foundation stronger laid: 101:01,077[A ]| The worship of his God the cement made. 101:01,078[A ]| With his King's cause, to$4$ his religion vowed, 101:01,079[A ]| Joined in$4$ his prayers he at his altars bowed; 101:01,080[A ]| So$5#1$ ardent did his winged devotion come, 101:01,081[A ]| Not Hannibal a more sworn foe to$4$ Rome. 101:01,082[A ]| Here could some bolder labouring Muse stand forth, 101:01,083[A ]| Big with all Pluto's secrets at one birth, 101:01,084[A ]| Down to$4$ the abyss of Envy's mansion go 101:01,085[A ]| And with her Heaven-born sisters dive so$5#1$ low; 101:01,086[A ]| Join all your keen iambics, mix your gall, 101:01,087[A ]| And in$4$ poetic rage turn Furies all. 101:01,088[A ]| Then paint some cursed obdurate infidel, 101:01,089[A ]| That$6#2$ venom-mouthed and snarling dog of Hell; 101:01,090[A ]| Paint his polluted hands of that$6#2$ black taint 101:01,091[A ]| So$5#1$ pitchy, as would even defile a saint; 101:01,092[A ]| In$4$ his own sables be the fiend arrayed, 101:01,093[A ]| In$4$ wilful ignorance's massy shade, 101:01,094[A ]| Gross as God's plague to$4$ Pharoah's hardened spite, 101:01,095[A ]| More solid darkness than Egyptian night. 101:01,096[A ]| Then let us the conspiring monster view 101:01,097[A ]| In$4$ consult with his own infernal crew; 101:01,098[A ]| In$4$ his infatuated blindness frame 101:01,099[A ]| A stain to$4$ Ossory's immortal name. 101:01,100[A ]| Here Heaven, as he would thine, his quarrel take, 101:01,101[A ]| And let his wrongs thy justest vengeance wake. 101:01,102[A ]| O let not profanation swell too much, 101:01,103[A ]| So$5#1$ near an image of thy*self to$9$ touch, 101:01,104[A ]| To$9$ charge the abject hypocrite so$5#1$ foul 101:01,105[A ]| And mean a thought to$4$ so$5#1$ sublime a soul. 101:01,106[A ]| A soul that$6#1$ would the least contagion fly: 101:01,107[A ]| So$5#1$ pure a crystal holds no$2$ poisonous dye. 101:01,108[A ]| O that$3$ an unbelief or doubt should rise 101:01,109[A ]| Where so$5#1$ much honour shined to$9$ uncloud their eyes! 101:01,110[A ]| But why so$5#1$ vain a wish in$4$ his defence? 101:01,111[A ]| As from brutality, belief or sense 101:01,112[A ]| To$4$ apostate frenzy so$5#1$ entirely given, 101:01,113[A ]| They would want them even to$4$ miracles from Heaven. 101:01,114[A ]| Alas, how stingless does their malice fall: 101:01,115[A ]| Thy truth to$4$ Charles and Heaven surmounts it all, 101:01,116[A ]| And to$4$ a hand so$5#1$ tried and truth so$5#1$ known, 101:01,117[A ]| So$5#1$ popular no$2$ virtue ever shone. 101:01,118[A ]| Thy King, his royal standard borne by$4$ thee, 101:01,119[A ]| Could not want swords, nor they want victory; 101:01,120[A ]| Thy name would rouse all hearts: so$5#1$ strange a charm 101:01,121[A ]| Lodged in$4$ a banner waved by$4$ Ossory's arm. 101:01,122[A ]| So$5#1$ far his loud-tongued call of glory spread, 101:01,123[A ]| Scarce the last trumpet is found more heard, or more obeyed, 101:01,124[A ]| And strengthened with a power great as his will$0$; 101:01,125[A ]| With ease he could resolve, with ease fulfil. 101:01,126[A ]| In$4$ conduct and in$4$ policies of war 101:01,127[A ]| His judgement shot so$5#1$ quick and pierced so$5#1$ far, 101:01,128[A ]| His great elixirs to$4$ perfection came 101:01,129[A ]| At the first heat of his refining flame. 101:01,130[A ]| Thus did Apollo's heavenly sister shine 101:01,131[A ]| At once for$4$ wisdom, and for$4$ war, divine. 101:01,132[A ]| In$4$ the adored Pallas they comprised his charms, 101:01,133[A ]| Assigned one godhead both to$4$ arts and arms. 101:01,134[A ]| Yet did not here his own illustrious toils 101:01,135[A ]| Fill his great soul? Renown in$4$ humbler spoils 101:01,136[A ]| Was welcome there, whilst his expanded breast 101:01,137[A ]| Had boundless room for$4$ every warlike guest. 101:01,138[A ]| True valour was his only favourite; 101:01,139[A ]| The gallant and the bold, his whole delight, 101:01,140[A ]| Flowed to$4$ his arms like$4$ rivers through the world; 101:01,141[A ]| Whilst, in$4$ his ocean mixed, the embracing billows curled. 101:01,142[A ]| Honour he cherished, but he taught it first, 101:01,143[A ]| And loved the nonage of that$6#2$ worth he nursed. 101:01,144[A ]| So$3$ the fierce monarch of the savage kind, 101:01,145[A ]| His own full strength for$4$ bolder deaths designed, 101:01,146[A ]| Hugged his dear cub when flushed in$4$ blood he lay, 101:01,147[A ]| Though his young paws grasped but a bleating prey. 101:01,148[A ]| Nor did they only share his smiles in$4$ war, 101:01,149[A ]| For$3$ still the brave were his eternal care: 101:01,150[A ]| He was their general, and patron too, 101:01,151[A ]| No$2$ father half so$5#1$ kind, no$2$ friend so$5#1$ true. 101:01,152[A ]| When in$4$ the field his martial eagles flew, 101:01,153[A ]| Under their wings to$4$ conquest led them on$5$, 101:01,154[A ]| And lent them refuge underneath his own, 101:01,155[A ]| Protecting still that$6#2$ worth he did admire, 101:01,156[A ]| In$4$ peace their shield, in$4$ war their leading fire. 101:01,157[A ]| Even thus of old did the celestial hand 101:01,158[A ]| Guide his loved Israel to$4$ the promised land. 101:01,159[A ]| One while, in$4$ a kind cloud's refreshing shade 101:01,160[A ]| He health and shelter, even in$4$ deserts, made. 101:01,161[A ]| Another did his brighter beams display 101:01,162[A ]| In$4$ his own native and more heavenly ray: 101:01,163[A ]| Above them like$4$ a fiery pillar rod 101:01,164[A ]| Their light, or umbrage; and in$4$ both a God. 101:01,165[A ]| Yet were his shining trophies infinite, 101:01,166[A ]| His orb a galaxy and much more bright, 101:01,167[A ]| Not their whole blaze one spark of pride could light. 101:01,168[A ]| Glory his breast did fill, but never swell, 101:01,169[A ]| Never such height was so$5#1$ accessible. 101:01,170[A ]| No$2$ greatness so$5#1$ familiar, and so$5#1$ free, 101:01,171[A ]| No$2$ temple to$4$ the humblest votary: 101:01,172[A ]| Worth never spoke, nor justice sued in$4$ vain. 101:01,173[A ]| So$3$ have I fancied on$4$ Pharsalia's plain 101:01,174[A ]| A tattered Roman in$4$ his rusty steel 101:01,175[A ]| With a rough bow, untaught to$9$ fawn or kneel, 101:01,176[A ]| To$4$ his royal leader's ear, for$4$ justice, fly, 101:01,177[A ]| And to$4$ great Caesar, only, Caesar, cry. 101:01,178[A ]| Here in$4$ that$6#2$ bright triumphant chariot hurled, 101:01,179[A ]| Designed to$9$ drive around the vanquished world, 101:01,180[A ]| The awful universal majesty 101:01,181[A ]| Casts on$4$ his honourable scars an eye, 101:01,182[A ]| Curbs his hot steeds and makes a halting pause 101:01,183[A ]| To$9$ judge and right an honest soldier's cause. 101:01,184[A ]| Nor was the temper of his mind alone 101:01,185[A ]| Healthful and vigorous in$4$ War's torrid zone: 101:01,186[A ]| In$4$ Peace's cooler climes he flourished too, 101:01,187[A ]| Shining and sweetening every air he drew. 101:01,188[A ]| Here, Muse, his praise like$4$ thy Parnassus frame; 101:01,189[A ]| On$4$ two twin mounts of greatness build his fame. 101:01,190[A ]| His virtues led a court, as well as camp, 101:01,191[A ]| And taught them honour of the noblest stamp; 101:01,192[A ]| To$4$ promises he resolution brought 101:01,193[A ]| And never launched a word beyond a thought; 101:01,194[A ]| So$5#1$ courtly too his conversation made, 101:01,195[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ his face all manly graces played; 101:01,196[A ]| Though Fate and Thunder did his arm surround, 101:01,197[A ]| The fires were lambent which$6#1$ his temples crowned, 101:01,198[A ]| Whilst with those gentle courteous airs he smiled, 101:01,199[A ]| Calm as Love's mother, than her son more mild; 101:01,200[A ]| But rougher than the sea where she was born, 101:01,201[A ]| When plumes and steel his haughty brows adorn. 101:01,202[A ]| If such heaped virtues to$4$ one man were given, 101:01,203[A ]| Challenge thy own, his great first mover, Heaven. 101:01,204[A ]| Thy own indeed; for$3$ every martial star, 101:01,205[A ]| Those hosts of animating fires, shine there 101:01,206[A ]| With all their whole united influence, hung 101:01,207[A ]| Over his blessed head. Strong was their force, as strong 101:01,208[A ]| His parentage, the alike ascendant powers 101:01,209[A ]| Of a long line of far-famed ancestors; 101:01,210[A ]| Worthies enrolled, such antiquated dust, 101:01,211[A ]| Whose images of venerable rust 101:01,212[A ]| Lie stretched on$4$ mouldered monuments, so$5#1$ old 101:01,213[A ]| That$3$ they are scarce less dust than what they hold, 101:01,214[A ]| So$5#1$ eat by$4$ time, till Light's officious ray 101:01,215[A ]| Peeps through and to$4$ the grave lets in$5$ the day. 101:01,216[A ]| Thus in$4$ his greatness and allegiance too, 101:01,217[A ]| His miracles hereditary grew: 101:01,218[A ]| In$4$ Ormond's heir the last firm link he bears 101:01,219[A ]| Of one unbroken chain drawn through four hundred years; 101:01,220[A ]| A chain which$6#1$, from such ages held so$5#1$ fast, 101:01,221[A ]| Must through the whole Platonic circle last 101:01,222[A ]| Till wondering Time to$4$ the Ormond-praise shall tell 101:01,223[A ]| That$6#2$ greatness truly stands, that$6#1$ never fell. 101:01,224[A ]| These honours, Ossory, thy birth create, 101:01,225[A ]| But thou art a nearer favourite of Fate. 101:01,226[A ]| Amongst all the virtues in$4$ thy bosom reign, 101:01,227[A ]| A godlike Courage leads the angelic train; 101:01,228[A ]| And since unactive Loyalty is no$2$ more 101:01,229[A ]| Than a bright mind, rich Nature's hidden oar, 101:01,230[A ]| This bolder gamester takes a nobler way, 101:01,231[A ]| Sets high for$4$ Fame, and brings his gold in$4$ play. 101:01,232[A ]| Eager he threw, and young to$4$ the lifts he came, 101:01,233[A ]| The abetting God of War pushed on$5$ the game; 101:01,234[A ]| Through his fired veins made the warm hero rise, 101:01,235[A ]| Glow in$4$ his cheeks, and sparkle in$4$ his eyes. 101:01,236[A ]| War was his early mistress, his first aim 101:01,237[A ]| Through untrod ways to$9$ court uncommon Fame; 101:01,238[A ]| Whilst with a strength unequal to$4$ his will$0$, 101:01,239[A ]| And wanting years his wishes to$9$ fulfil, 101:01,240[A ]| Oft would he murmur at the lazy sun 101:01,241[A ]| And bid the tedious charioteer drive on$5$. 101:01,242[A ]| Tired with his youth, in$4$ Nature's face he flew, 101:01,243[A ]| Cursed her slow architect, and envious grew 101:01,244[A ]| At that$6#2$ quick blood in$4$ our first parent ran, 101:01,245[A ]| Who$6#1$, at a word created, stepped out man. 101:01,246[A ]| Young as a Ganymede, he longed to$9$ be 101:01,247[A ]| As near the almighty thunderer as he; 101:01,248[A ]| With transport viewed Jove's royal eagle soar 101:01,249[A ]| And envied her her height, her pride, but more 101:01,250[A ]| The fatal bolt her radiant talons bore. 101:01,251[A ]| Alcides' rage did his young bosom fill: 101:01,252[A ]| His infant hands wanted his snakes to$9$ kill. 101:01,253[A ]| With this fresh bloom his youthful spirit grew; 101:01,254[A ]| Early he read Fame's written volumes through, 101:01,255[A ]| But by$4$ the earlier hand of Fate attacked 101:01,256[A ]| Was taught to$9$ suffer before he had power to$9$ act. 101:01,257[A ]| When England late with her own blood did flow, 101:01,258[A ]| And that$6#2$ dire stroke, the unutterable blow, 101:01,259[A ]| Did the whole British forfeit world enslave, 101:01,260[A ]| Digging in$4$ royal veins the English honour's grave; 101:01,261[A ]| The usurping Lucifer here snatched the throne, 101:01,262[A ]| Cried, 101:01,262@b | Hell is amongst them, and all Hell is my own! 101:01,263[A ]| Whilst loyal hearts, for$4$ sacrifice decreed, 101:01,264[A ]| In$4$ hecatombs to$4$ the new Moloch bleed. 101:01,265[A ]| Amongst the crowds for$4$ lingering deaths secured 101:01,266[A ]| Is our young prisoner in$4$ the tower immured; 101:01,267[A ]| It is true, no$2$ fact against his life they bring, 101:01,268[A ]| Too weak a pillar yet to$9$ uphold a king, 101:01,269[A ]| But what occasion for$4$ a stronger proof? 101:01,270[A ]| He is born of the Ormond race, and that$6#2$ is enough. 101:01,271[A ]| A native loyalty darts from his eye, 101:01,272[A ]| And looks are guilt, when murdered monarchs die. 101:01,273[A ]| Besides, the Hell-born locust, not alone 101:01,274[A ]| Contented to$9$ pollute the kingly throne, 101:01,275[A ]| His sacred purple stain, his land devour, 101:01,276[A ]| But to$9$ root up$5$ all seeds of royal power; 101:01,277[A ]| Resolved he would that$6#2$ eternal winter bring 101:01,278[A ]| Should blast all thoughts of Second Charles his spring; 101:01,279[A ]| Would his last hopes of loyal labourers spoil 101:01,280[A ]| And leave no$2$ hands to$9$ cultivate the soil. 101:01,281[A ]| Thus our young brave is to$4$ a timely dungeon sent, 101:01,282[A ]| Chained, but not tamed; and crushed, but yet unbent; 101:01,283[A ]| So$5#1$ terrible his unarmed hand appeared, 101:01,284[A ]| In$4$ the unstruck flint the hidden fires he feared. 101:01,285[A ]| So$5#1$ dreadful to$4$ the old fiend was the first man, 101:01,286[A ]| His virtues fatal to$4$ his infernal reign, 101:01,287[A ]| Such threatening beams did his young dawn dispense, 101:01,288[A ]| Was formidable even in$4$ innocence. 101:01,289[A ]| If such thy morning was, what was thy noon? 101:01,290[A ]| Alas, my dazzled eyes answer too soon. 101:01,291[A ]| It is true, with our erected eyes we may 101:01,292[A ]| To$4$ thy full orb our adoration pay; 101:01,293[A ]| But humbler minds heroic souls survey 101:01,294[A ]| As men view stars, at whose prodigious height 101:01,295[A ]| We see a point, but not a globe of light. 101:01,296[A ]| Great lustre either distant shines, or when 101:01,297[A ]| By$4$ mortal view approached it is nearer seen, 101:01,298[A ]| It is like$4$ the old sire that$6#1$ walked with God, whose face 101:01,299[A ]| Too bright, came veiled, to$9$ talk to$4$ human race. 101:01,300[A ]| If then the region of thy soul is too high, 101:01,301[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the fluttering Muses can not fly; 101:01,302[A ]| Not their winged Pegasus the attempt dares breath, 101:01,303[A ]| But shrinks at the ascent, and lags beneath; 101:01,304[A ]| Thy deeds then be the safer theme we will$1$ sing: 101:01,305[A ]| He that$6#1$ would paint the sun, must draw the spring. 101:01,306[A ]| A land there is, on$4$ bold foundations laid, 101:01,307[A ]| Foundations that$6#1$ durst Nature's self invade, 101:01,308[A ]| A land, by$4$ Heaven's creation never made, 101:01,309[A ]| A land, where keels once cut their liquid way, 101:01,310[A ]| Where in$4$ the surge the stretched Leviathan lay 101:01,311[A ]| Whilst all the slimy race did wondering round him play. 101:01,312[A ]| A nation, who$6#1$ to$4$ that$6#2$ strange greatness come, 101:01,313[A ]| Outdid the asylum of old rising Rome. 101:01,314[A ]| They robbed all corners of the earth to$9$ be 101:01,315[A ]| A people; for$4$ their land, they robbed the sea; 101:01,316[A ]| First elbowed Neptune out to$9$ build a seat, 101:01,317[A ]| And then they jostled monarchs to$9$ be great. 101:01,318[A ]| This stubborn race could face the ocean's lord, 101:01,319[A ]| Great Britain's king, and face him unadored; 101:01,320[A ]| Disdained their duteous homage to$9$ allow, 101:01,321[A ]| Too stiff to$9$ kneel, or else too tall to$9$ bow. 101:01,322[A ]| Pampered to$4$ pride, to$4$ a lust of power high fed, 101:01,323[A ]| By$4$ Envy's eldest birth, Ambition, led, 101:01,324[A ]| They durst dispute the empire of the main, 101:01,325[A ]| Spurred with a hope more rash than Xerxes' chain. 101:01,326[A ]| Here our great Ossory's first toils begun: 101:01,327[A ]| It was Charles his ocean saw his rising sun. 101:01,328[A ]| His country's quarrel does his hand embrace, 101:01,329[A ]| Sent out to$9$ lash this bold amphibious race, 101:01,330[A ]| A posting Mercury more swift never rode 101:01,331[A ]| To$9$ bear the mandates of an angry god; 101:01,332[A ]| Wings on$4$ his feet, and duty in$4$ his eyes, 101:01,333[A ]| Than Ossory with Charles his vengeance flies. 101:01,334[A ]| Not Caesar's proud Armado could engage 101:01,335[A ]| The valiant Anthony with deadlier rage, 101:01,336[A ]| Whilst the Egyptian warrior by$4$ his side 101:01,337[A ]| Saw Cleopatra's glittering galley ride, 101:01,338[A ]| Filled with a beauty that$6#1$ even Death could warm: 101:01,339[A ]| A mistress's sight to$4$ a fighting lover's arm, 101:01,340[A ]| Both by$4$ her wishes and her eyes inspired, 101:01,341[A ]| Winged as she breathed, and as she looked, she fired. 101:01,342[A ]| Ambition never joined two foes more fierce, 101:01,343[A ]| Engaged for$4$ the disputed universe, 101:01,344[A ]| Whilst Caesar's world as little could afford, 101:01,345[A ]| As Charles his seas, room for$4$ a rival lord. 101:01,346[A ]| On$4$ such a theme our English champion draws 101:01,347[A ]| A sword that$6#1$ is no$2$ less glorious than his cause; 101:01,348[A ]| Here his long banks his pouring torrent breaks, 101:01,349[A ]| And an unbounded loose to$4$ ruin takes; 101:01,350[A ]| Whilst tempest-like it gathers as it rolls: 101:01,351[A ]| The natural start of all impetuous souls. 101:01,352[A ]| So$5#2$ roared his cannons through the trembling flood, 101:01,353[A ]| The admiring gods for$4$ his spectators stood, 101:01,354[A ]| Sallied from all the utmost ports of Heaven 101:01,355[A ]| To$4$ the mid-air, to$9$ see the onset given. 101:01,356[A ]| So$5#1$ loud, so$5#1$ dismal was the voice of war 101:01,357[A ]| That$3$ at the scene the bashful thunderer 101:01,358[A ]| With awful silence was astonished grown, 101:01,359[A ]| Listening to$4$ sounds more dreadful than his own; 101:01,360[A ]| Saw bolts of fire in$4$ hissing billows drowned 101:01,361[A ]| And heard the shores with greater shocks rebound 101:01,362[A ]| Than when the sweating Cyclops' burning toil 101:01,363[A ]| Makes his own firmamental waters boil. 101:01,364[A ]| So$5#2$ did our Ossory's keen lightning play, 101:01,365[A ]| Gilding the streams, and burnishing the sea, 101:01,366[A ]| Whilst the enlightened waves, at every flash, 101:01,367[A ]| Drank up$5$ more fires than when their watery face, 101:01,368[A ]| Nature's great mirror, elemental glass, 101:01,369[A ]| Drinks up$5$ the stars. When in$4$ the sparkling main 101:01,370[A ]| The pilot views a second Charles his wain, 101:01,371[A ]| Reflected Heavens inverted concave lie, 101:01,372[A ]| With twinkling lights danced in$4$ a waving sky. 101:01,373[A ]| Thus fought our Ossory, and thus inspired 101:01,374[A ]| His heartened soldiers with a zeal untired; 101:01,375[A ]| Pushed their whole strength to$4$ the utmost tug of war, 101:01,376[A ]| Nor thought they could have trod on$4$ graves too far; 101:01,377[A ]| Such vigorous health their cheerful spirits wear, 101:01,378[A ]| No$2$ unrewarded valour murmured there; 101:01,379[A ]| He only exercised those nerves he fed, 101:01,380[A ]| His bounty fattening what his courage led. 101:01,381[A ]| Thus moved they in$4$ the circle of his charms, 101:01,382[A ]| His influence sat above to$9$ guide their arms: 101:01,383[A ]| Soul of their world did his great genius flow. 101:01,384[A ]| So$5#2$ the high spheres their vast tuned measures go 101:01,385[A ]| Whilst seasons, days and years dance after them below. 101:01,386[A ]| He was an admiral, deserved to$9$ grace 101:01,387[A ]| A constellation, more than that$6#2$ Greek race, 101:01,388[A ]| Whose honour in$4$ the ravished golden prize 101:01,389[A ]| Bore the rich Argonaut above the skies, 101:01,390[A ]| Where in$4$ eternal calms each spangled streamer shines 101:01,391[A ]| Whilst everlasting lights adorn immortal pines. 101:01,392[A ]| But now on$4$ shore let us view his next command, 101:01,393[A ]| His watery chariot left, to$9$ drive at land: 101:01,394[A ]| The unharnessed Tritons to$4$ their rest restored 101:01,395[A ]| Whilst his yoked lions wait their mounting lord. 101:01,396[A ]| Here, Ossory, let Mons thy deeds proclaim 101:01,397[A ]| And sing an English general's deathless fame: 101:01,398[A ]| Flanders' last battle fought, and won by$4$ thee, 101:01,399[A ]| A battle against a glorious enemy; 101:01,400[A ]| Flushed with success, and long with laurels crowned, 101:01,401[A ]| Perhaps before untaught to$9$ quit his ground. 101:01,402[A ]| A foe, who$6#1$ with his arts of war prepared, 101:01,403[A ]| Batteries and trenches, and all Nature's guard, 101:01,404[A ]| Encamped with all the advantage of the field, 101:01,405[A ]| Did only to$4$ victorious courage yield. 101:01,406[A ]| Raising that$6#2$ siege, thou didst such wonders do, 101:01,407[A ]| Raise the universal siege of Flanders too; 101:01,408[A ]| For$3$ to$4$ that$6#2$ one determinating blow, 101:01,409[A ]| The northern peace does her foundations owe. 101:01,410[A ]| Thus that$6#2$ great work, for$4$ which$6#1$, so$5#1$ long desired, 101:01,411[A ]| Contending kingdoms had in$4$ vain conspired, 101:01,412[A ]| United fought, united toiled and tired, 101:01,413[A ]| Fate did alone for$4$ thy bold arm decree, 101:01,414[A ]| As being the only labour fit for$4$ thee. 101:01,415[A ]| How far proud France's fury, uncontrolled, 101:01,416[A ]| Unbounded, like$4$ a fiery deluge rolled, 101:01,417[A ]| Till Ossory did that$6#2$ great day appear, 101:01,418[A ]| And bid the conflagration finish there. 101:01,419[A ]| So$3$ when omnipotence the globe had framed, 101:01,420[A ]| Had spoke out light, and warring elements tamed; 101:01,421[A ]| When nought but his great word in$4$ bounds could keep 101:01,422[A ]| The lawless torrents of the mighty deep; 101:01,423[A ]| He bid the foaming ocean know the shore, 101:01,424[A ]| Thus far its rage's limits, and no$2$ more. 101:01,425[A ]| A scarce less work for$4$ thy illustrious hand 101:01,426[A ]| Had the decision of one day ordained: 101:01,427[A ]| Flanders her peace did to$4$ thy sword assign, 101:01,428[A ]| Whilst the liberation of a world was thine. 101:01,429[A ]| The Belgick lion from his toil set free, 101:01,430[A ]| And the long plagues of war dispelled by$4$ thee, 101:01,431[A ]| Thy bounteous influence like$4$ overflowing Nile 101:01,432[A ]| Cleared the sick air, and fattened all the soil. 101:01,433[A ]| Thus the old gods from Ida's top beheld 101:01,434[A ]| The Phrygian plains with Greeks and Trojans filled; 101:01,435[A ]| Saw death and wild destruction stalk around, 101:01,436[A ]| And massacre with blazing chaplets crowned, 101:01,437[A ]| Till the warm cause some heavenly mind inspired, 101:01,438[A ]| From a spectator to$4$ a champion fired; 101:01,439[A ]| And when on$4$ heaps the dismal ruins lay, 101:01,440[A ]| Steps a descending god, and parts the fray. 101:01,441[A ]| Here let the labours of our hero cease, 101:01,442[A ]| Encircled in$4$ his own creation, peace: 101:01,443[A ]| The greatest warriors have in$4$ ease most share, 101:01,444[A ]| And always act the shortest part in$4$ war; 101:01,445[A ]| To$4$ victory they cut too near a way, 101:01,446[A ]| Too firm a ground for$4$ lasting triumphs lay, 101:01,447[A ]| And the whole work of years ends in$4$ a day. 101:01,448[A ]| Rare are the toils of all stupendous power, 101:01,449[A ]| Great Michael fought but once, and Jove no$2$ more. 101:01,450[A ]| But stay, these humble praises are too small: 101:01,451[A ]| To$9$ say he led, fought, vanquished, triumphed, all, 101:01,452[A ]| It is not enough, unless all tongues record 101:01,453[A ]| His principles more glorious than his sword. 101:01,454[A ]| The pen of steel alone it must not be 101:01,455[A ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ famed chiefs writes immortality; 101:01,456[A ]| Men the true hero like$4$ the martyr paint: 101:01,457[A ]| It is the great cause that$6#1$ consecrates the saint. 101:01,458[A ]| When his heroic virtues spread so$5#1$ far 101:01,459[A ]| (The universal darling son of war) 101:01,460[A ]| That$3$ rival states for$4$ his alliance sued, 101:01,461[A ]| His hand and sword by$4$ courting nations wooed. 101:01,462[A ]| First the great France his assailed passions tried, 101:01,463[A ]| Brought her gay cause in$4$ all her tempting pride: 101:01,464[A ]| The richest, haughtiest, most majestic bride. 101:01,465[A ]| Upon$4$ her head she wore a coronet 101:01,466[A ]| Of mystic figure; for$3$ the ground was jet; 101:01,467[A ]| A sable field with sanguine rubies set. 101:01,468[A ]| Her best-loved jewel on$4$ her arm was placed: 101:01,469[A ]| In$4$ modern mould a Roman medal cast, 101:01,470[A ]| A Julius Caesar pictured to$4$ the waist. 101:01,471[A ]| Amidst her shining breastplates, radiant beams 101:01,472[A ]| Loaded with pearl and studded over with gems: 101:01,473[A ]| A curious eye might at a glimpse see drawn 101:01,474[A ]| In$4$ airy rays of scattered silver dawn 101:01,475[A ]| An inlaid remnant of a cross she bore, 101:01,476[A ]| But shaded with the massier pride she wore. 101:01,477[A ]| Upon$4$ her shield (for$3$ she was martial dressed) 101:01,478[A ]| A painter had in$4$ miniature expressed 101:01,479[A ]| Her vanquished slaves, great leaders once, and most 101:01,480[A ]| The lords of cities, towns, or castles, lost; 101:01,481[A ]| Some by$4$ her shafts, the lightning of her eyes, 101:01,482[A ]| Subdued and chained, her lawful conquests' prize; 101:01,483[A ]| But others her ignobler fetters hold, 101:01,484[A ]| Charmed by$4$ her well-tried magic filter, gold. 101:01,485[A ]| To$4$ all this pomp a wondrous dower she brought, 101:01,486[A ]| Sure baits which$6#1$ an unguarded heart had caught; 101:01,487[A ]| But Ossory, unmoved by$4$ form or show, 101:01,488[A ]| Wisely surveyed this gaudy temptress through: 101:01,489[A ]| The insatiate thirst of unjust power he saw, 101:01,490[A ]| Her heart, like$4$ a Promethean vulture, gnaw, 101:01,491[A ]| A heart more worthy of his doom than his, 101:01,492[A ]| His guilt outdone even by$4$ her victories; 101:01,493[A ]| The ill-got trophies which$6#1$ her arms acquire 101:01,494[A ]| More robbery than the stolen Promethean fire. 101:01,495[A ]| Here all her depths he sounds, her vows but air, 101:01,496[A ]| Bloody her frowns, her smiles design and snare; 101:01,497[A ]| Of broken leagues he heard the murmuring sound, 101:01,498[A ]| And sacramental bonds in$4$ Lethe drowned. 101:01,499[A ]| In$4$ vain her power, success, or treasure pleads, 101:01,500[A ]| In$4$ vain her arts, in$4$ vain her nets she spreads: 101:01,501[A ]| Flanders presents him with a choice more fair: 101:01,502[A ]| There was all truth, all unstained honour there. 101:01,503[A ]| His eye was straight to$4$ distressed beauty led, 101:01,504[A ]| Fixed like$4$ a second royal Andromede; 101:01,505[A ]| At stake her fortunes and her glories lay, 101:01,506[A ]| And all designed for$4$ a devourer's prey. 101:01,507[A ]| He saw the monster roll the swelling tide, 101:01,508[A ]| Hungry he came, and gaped destruction wide; 101:01,509[A ]| Her dangers made her lustre brighter shine, 101:01,510[A ]| Her sufferings shaped her lovely and divine. 101:01,511[A ]| Here the warm Ossory could hold no$2$ more, 101:01,512[A ]| Here his winged steed the fiery rider bore, 101:01,513[A ]| Whilst to$4$ her aid our angry Perseus rode: 101:01,514[A ]| Revenge is the espousal of a God. 101:01,515[A ]| Roused by$4$ her wrongs, a generous sword he draws, 101:01,516[A ]| Wedding his unbribed hand to$4$ a spotless cause. 101:01,517[A ]| Thus doubly armed, to$4$ royal Orange flew, 101:01,518[A ]| Showering like$4$ Jove in$4$ gold, and thunder too. 101:01,519[A ]| Done like$4$ himself, an action great and high, 101:01,520[A ]| It was more to$9$ face than follow victory. 101:01,521[A ]| To$9$ tug with France was but to$9$ fight more warm, 101:01,522[A ]| The noblest grapplings with a conquering arm. 101:01,523[A ]| Here the calm Ossory takes a long rest 101:01,524[A ]| Of two whole years in$4$ glory's halcyon nest: 101:01,525[A ]| The unactive Christendom does not afford 101:01,526[A ]| A second cause for$4$ his miraculous sword, 101:01,527[A ]| Till roused by$4$ an alarm from the Africk shore, 101:01,528[A ]| Tangier and honour call him out once more. 101:01,529[A ]| The angry Moors the royal Charles invade 101:01,530[A ]| (Tangier by$4$ Christian arts and arms betrayed). 101:01,531[A ]| Apostate faithless Christian! by$4$ the first 101:01,532[A ]| Of your own falling traitors taught and cursed, 101:01,533[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ his worshipped dearer idol, gold, 101:01,534[A ]| His paradise, and sacred master, sold; 101:01,535[A ]| His entailed treasons to$4$ his heirs conveyed, 101:01,536[A ]| The Christian strength like$4$ their own God betrayed. 101:01,537[A ]| Thus comes the skilled barbarian to$4$ the field, 101:01,538[A ]| Fighting behind an European shield: 101:01,539[A ]| An enemy never terrible before, 101:01,540[A ]| For$4$ numbers dreadful, but for$4$ conduct, more. 101:01,541[A ]| Too soon the town the pressing savage feel, 101:01,542[A ]| The fatal earnest of his well-taught steel, 101:01,543[A ]| Whilst England wakened at their sad alarms 101:01,544[A ]| Calls out the valiant Ossory to$4$ arms. 101:01,545[A ]| No$2$ less the loyal Ossory prepares 101:01,546[A ]| On$4$ his own neck to$9$ unload his country's cares, 101:01,547[A ]| With twice their zeal, but not with half their fears. 101:01,548[A ]| With warlike rage like$4$ a new comet burns, 101:01,549[A ]| To$4$ Africk straight his pointed vengeance turns; 101:01,550[A ]| Here flying fame with the glad tidings posts 101:01,551[A ]| Which$6#1$ the shrill Tritons waft to$4$ the Africk coasts. 101:01,552[A ]| The ravished Tangerines at his adored 101:01,553[A ]| Dear name, to$4$ hopes, to$4$ life, to$4$ souls restored, 101:01,554[A ]| Quit their despair, and with one echoing cry 101:01,555[A ]| Their universal voice was: victory. 101:01,556[A ]| Charmed with their tutelar saint, Tangier is all 101:01,557[A ]| But one united solemn festival, 101:01,558[A ]| Whilst jocund Gibraltar does his tuned praise 101:01,559[A ]| Above its own Herculean columns raise. 101:01,560[A ]| Their ecstasies to$4$ those wild raptures ran, 101:01,561[A ]| Filled with the deeds of this prodigious man, 101:01,562[A ]| As they had foreseen the miracle again 101:01,563[A ]| Of the old prophet on$4$ Philistia's plain: 101:01,564[A ]| Such certain conquest from his name conclude 101:01,565[A ]| As if the holding up$5$ his arm subdued. 101:01,566[A ]| But oh! in$4$ vain the great commission's given: 101:01,567[A ]| It was sealed on$4$ earth before it was signed in$4$ heaven. 101:01,568[A ]| Charles calls him, but God sends him forth. Alas! 101:01,569[A ]| Our conqueror a new Rubicon must pass, 101:01,570[A ]| Bound for$4$ a further, more triumphant coast, 101:01,571[A ]| Designed the leader of a brighter host. 101:01,572[A ]| It was here the impoverished mourning world he left, 101:01,573[A ]| Too early of its dearest pride bereft. 101:01,574[A ]| Yes, happier stars, caught up$5$ at Nature's noon, 101:01,575[A ]| Yon azure battlements overleapt too soon; 101:01,576[A ]| The envious Fates snatched our rich hopes away 101:01,577[A ]| Before half his golden world discovered lay. 101:01,578[A ]| What vast achievements has one grave entombed, 101:01,579[A ]| Designs of glory yet unwinged, unplumed! 101:01,580[A ]| So$3$ on$4$ a cedar's top, lord of the grove, 101:01,581[A ]| Over some proud mountain, broods the bird of Jove, 101:01,582[A ]| Till an unhappy blast of lightning shoots, 101:01,583[A ]| Rends its tall trunk from off its shattered roots, 101:01,584[A ]| And when in$4$ dust the martyred relics lie, 101:01,585[A ]| All her whole nest of unfledged eaglets die. 101:01,586[A ]| With such a fall our Ossory expired, 101:01,587[A ]| Ossory as far lamented as admired; 101:01,588[A ]| A tribute due to$4$ his consecrated name, 101:01,589[A ]| His exequies as boundless as his fame. 101:01,590[A ]| Nor was this grief alone to$4$ his friends confined, 101:01,591[A ]| For$3$ he deserved so$5#1$ well from all mankind 101:01,592[A ]| That$3$ even his foes, spite of themselves, are just, 101:01,593[A ]| And dedicate a sigh to$4$ Ossory's dust, 101:01,594[A ]| Whilst chronicles must his sad fate record, 101:01,595[A ]| Pitied by$4$ Envy, and by$4$ Fear deplored. 101:01,596[A ]| Only the unchristian savages, the wild 101:01,597[A ]| Barbarian, Africk's well-pleased genius, smiled; 101:01,598[A ]| The Moors so$5#1$ loud an Io*Paean sung 101:01,599[A ]| Till to$4$ their Mahomet their echoes rung. 101:01,600[A ]| Our Christian hero's death such transport darts, 101:01,601[A ]| up$5$ from his amorous paradise he starts, 101:01,602[A ]| Leaving, to$9$ gratify his new-charmed ears, 101:01,603[A ]| The unfinished pleasure of a thousand years. 101:01,604[A ]| But though Tangier has a defender lost, 101:01,605[A ]| And spiteful Destiny his wishes crossed, 101:01,606[A ]| War, and War's darling-goddess left him last: 101:01,607[A ]| As living, he adored her, he embraced 101:01,608[A ]| Her dying, in$4$ his pangs he held her fast. 101:01,609[A ]| Still at Tangier his waving ensigns fly, 101:01,610[A ]| Forts, bulwarks, trenches glide before his eye, 101:01,611[A ]| And though by$4$ Fate itself disarmed, he dies, 101:01,612[A ]| Even his last breath his sooty foes defies; 101:01,613[A ]| He still his visionary thunder poured, 101:01,614[A ]| And grasped the very shadow of a sword. 101:01,615[A ]| Not the Pellaean conquerors' fever burned 101:01,616[A ]| So$5#1$ fierce as his: his dreams to$4$ battles turned, 101:01,617[A ]| Sieges and storms, a scene of death so$5#1$ great 101:01,618[A ]| As did his active martial life repeat. 101:01,619[A ]| And when his fighting frenzy roved too far, 101:01,620[A ]| It was but a copy of the old Giants' War; 101:01,621[A ]| In$4$ antique forms he wild battalions drew, 101:01,622[A ]| Raised hills on$4$ hills, Pelion on$4$ Ossa threw. 101:01,623[A ]| Vast were the ideas of his mounting soul, 101:01,624[A ]| It was glory all, war all, ambition whole; 101:01,625[A ]| And when the extravagant hero soared too high, 101:01,626[A ]| It was but some aspiring thought let fly 101:01,627[A ]| That$6#1$ sallied out to$9$ take eternity; 101:01,628[A ]| Only his storms did more auspicious prove 101:01,629[A ]| To$9$ assail the skies he had all friends above; 101:01,630[A ]| Beyond their faint original he flew, 101:01,631[A ]| For$3$ he scaled Heaven like$4$ them, but won it too. 101:01,632[A ]| Here couldst thou, Muse, to$4$ numbers have confined 101:01,633[A ]| The strong bold starts of his great labouring mind, 101:01,634[A ]| His strange convulsions, and tempestuous flame: 101:01,635[A ]| Know, it was the earthquakes of his loosening frame. 101:01,636[A ]| Fancy he in$4$ a fiery chariot rode 101:01,637[A ]| And shook the crystalline on$4$ which$6#1$ he trod; 101:01,638[A ]| For$4$ his approach here waiting angels stay, 101:01,639[A ]| Ready a throne, prepared a diadem lay; 101:01,640[A ]| But our great saint comes more prepared than they: 101:01,641[A ]| Useless a coronation robe was given, 101:01,642[A ]| Majestic he set out, arrayed for$4$ Heaven; 101:01,643[A ]| Few were the drops to$9$ anoint his sacred brow: 101:01,644[A ]| Fragrant he came, and radiant as he flew. 101:01,645[A ]| Quick was the ceremony, short the state, 101:01,646[A ]| But long the shouts their well-tuned joys create; 101:01,647[A ]| Their glittering guest in$4$ a full choir they greet, 101:01,648[A ]| Who$6#1$ brings that$6#2$ light, which$6#1$ others die to$9$ meet. 101:01,649[A ]| If such celestial pomp fills thy new train, 101:01,650[A ]| Let not thy heavenlier joys, blessed soul, disdain 101:01,651[A ]| That$6#2$ meaner homage which$6#1$ poor mortals owe, 101:01,652[A ]| Paid by$4$ thy humbler worshippers below. 101:01,653[A ]| When ages shall, in$4$ monumental brass, 101:01,654[A ]| Write thy recorded praise till Time's last glass, 101:01,655[A ]| And with such zeal preserve thy hallowed shrine, 101:01,656[A ]| Till the expired world's last ashes mix with thine, 101:01,657[A ]| Fame to$4$ all nations shall thy worth unfold 101:01,658[A ]| In$4$ Heaven's prophetic eloquence of old; 101:01,659[A ]| Her wondrous tongue, for$4$ wondrous truths designed, 101:01,660[A ]| Speaks in$4$ all languages to$4$ all mankind. 101:01,661[A ]| Yet stay, great saint, loud as thy deeds ever rung, 101:01,662[A ]| In$4$ whatever soil thy planted laurels sprung, 101:01,663[A ]| There was a region where thy praise never flew, 101:01,664[A ]| And that$6#2$ forbidden air thy fame yet never drew. 101:01,665[A ]| For$3$ from thee they were banished, from thy ear, 101:01,666[A ]| In$4$ all their flights durst never reach that$6#2$ sphere. 101:01,667[A ]| Thy actions kept a solemn jubilee, 101:01,668[A ]| By$4$ all men heard, by$4$ all men told, but thee. 101:01,669[A ]| And yet this modest, godlike chief must pay 101:01,670[A ]| Nature's last debt and die. Die, did I say? 101:01,671[A ]| Pardon, bright heir of everlasting day. 101:01,672[A ]| Great worthies never yet entirely died, 101:01,673[A ]| Death only does invert their pyramid, 101:01,674[A ]| The hero's soul, the basis of his fame, 101:01,675[A ]| That$6#1$ above the clouds mounts his immortal name; 101:01,676[A ]| He gone, the stars our happier rivals claim. 101:01,677[A ]| And when his vast translated spirit, alone 101:01,678[A ]| An Atlas load, builds its eternal throne, 101:01,679[A ]| Does a whole spacious constellation fill, 101:01,680[A ]| Not Heaven itself can hold him all, for$3$ still 101:01,681[A ]| He leaves his deeds behind him when he dies, 101:01,682[A ]| Points down his pendant glory from the skies. 101:01,683[A ]| Blaze out, blaze out, a glory so$5#1$ divine, 101:01,684[A ]| Till all great minds by$4$ thy reflection shine; 101:01,685[A ]| Their pious griefs to$4$ emulation turn, 101:01,686[A ]| Till their warm pity up$5$ to$4$ envy burn. 101:01,687[A ]| So$3$ may this sun of honour set in$4$ state, 101:01,688[A ]| Gilding the sable clouds that$6#1$ mourn his fate; 101:01,689[A ]| May his example thus such patriots breed 101:01,690[A ]| That$3$ shall to$4$ all his high renown succeed; 101:01,691[A ]| And, as his courage is too large a guest 101:01,692[A ]| To$9$ make a transmigration to$4$ one breast, 101:01,693[A ]| Like$4$ the old Greeks when Alexander died, 101:01,694[A ]| Share his great heart, his world of fame divide.