139:13,000['  ]| <Matthew Prior, An Ode Humbly Inscrib'd to the Queen>
139:13,000['  ]| <entered by JFB from H. B. Wright and M. K. Spears,>
139:13,000['  ]| <The Literary Works of Matthew Prior>
139:13,000['  ]| <Oxford, Clarendon, 1971, pp. 232-44>
139:13,000['  ]| <I>
139:13,001[A  ]| When great Augustus governed Ancient Rome,
139:13,002[A  ]| And sent his Conquering Bands to$4$ Foreign Wars;
139:13,003[A  ]| Abroad when Dreaded, and Beloved at Home,
139:13,004[A  ]| He saw his Fame increasing with his Years;
139:13,005[A  ]| Horace, Great Bard (so$5#2$ Fate ordained) arose;
139:13,006[A  ]| And Bold, as were his Countrymen in$4$ Fight,
139:13,007[A  ]| Snatched their fair Actions from degrading Prose,
139:13,008[A  ]| And set their Battles in$4$ Eternal Light:
139:13,009[A  ]| High as their Trumpets' Tune his Lyre he strung;
139:13,010[A  ]| And with his Prince's Arms He moralized his Song.
139:13,000['  ]| <II>
139:13,011[A  ]| When bright Eliza ruled Britannia's State,
139:13,012[A  ]| Widely distributing her high Commands;
139:13,013[A  ]| Freed the glad Nations from Tyrannic Bands;
139:13,014[A  ]| And boldly Wise, and fortunately Great,
139:13,015[A  ]| An equal Genius in$4$ Spenser found:
139:13,016[A  ]| To$4$ the high Theme he matched his Noble Lays:
139:13,017[A  ]| He travelled England over on$4$ Fairy Ground,
139:13,018[A  ]| In$4$ Mystic Notes to$9$ Sing his Monarch's Praise:
139:13,019[A  ]| Reciting wondrous Truths in$4$ pleasing Dreams,
139:13,020[A  ]| He decked Eliza's Head with Gloriana's Beams.
139:13,000['  ]| <III>
139:13,021[A  ]| But, greater Anna! while Thy Arms pursue
139:13,022[A  ]| Paths of Renown, and climb Ascents of Fame,
139:13,023[A  ]| Which$6#1$ nor Augustus, nor Eliza knew;
139:13,024[A  ]| What Poet shall be found to$9$ sing Thy Name?
139:13,025[A  ]| What Numbers shall record, what Tongue shall say
139:13,026[A  ]| Thy Wars on$4$ Land, Thy Triumphs on$4$ the Main?
139:13,027[A  ]| O Fairest Model of Imperial Sway!
139:13,028[A  ]| What Equal Pen shall write Thy wondrous Reign?
139:13,029[A  ]| Who$6#2$ shall Attempts and Feats of Arms rehearse,
139:13,030[A  ]| Not yet by$4$ Story told, nor paralleled by$4$ Verse?
139:13,000['  ]| <IV>
139:13,031[A  ]| Me all too mean for$4$ such a Task I weet;
139:13,032[A  ]| Yet if the Sovereign Lady deigns to$9$ Smile,
139:13,033[A  ]| I will$1$ follow Horace with Impetuous Heat,
139:13,034[A  ]| And clothe the Verse in$4$ Spenser's Native Style.
139:13,035[A  ]| By$4$ these Examples rightly taught to$9$ sing,
139:13,036[A  ]| And smit with Pleasure of my Country's Praise,
139:13,037[A  ]| Stretching the Plumes of an uncommon Wing,
139:13,038[A  ]| High as Olympus I my Flight will$1$ raise:
139:13,039[A  ]| And latest Times shall in$4$ my Numbers read
139:13,040[A  ]| Anna's Immortal Fame, and Marlbro's hardy Deed.
139:13,000['  ]| <V>
139:13,041[A  ]| As the strong Eagle in$4$ the silent Wood,
139:13,042[A  ]| Mindless of warlike Rage, and hostile Care,
139:13,043[A  ]| Plays round the rocky Cliff, or crystal Flood ;
139:13,044[A  ]| Until by$4$ Jove's high Behests called out to$4$ War,
139:13,045[A  ]| And charged with Thunder of his angry King,
139:13,046[A  ]| His Bosom with the vengeful Message glows:
139:13,047[A  ]| Upward the Noble Bird directs his Wing;
139:13,048[A  ]| And towering round his Master's Earth-born Foes,
139:13,049[A  ]| Swift he collects his fatal Stock of Ire;
139:13,050[A  ]| Lifts his fierce Talons high, and darts the forked Fire.
139:13,000['  ]| <VI>
139:13,051[A  ]| Sedate and calm thus Victor Marlbro sate,
139:13,052[A  ]| Shaded with Laurels, in$4$ his Native Land;
139:13,053[A  ]| Until Anna calls Him from his soft Retreat,
139:13,054[A  ]| And gives her Second Thunder to$4$ his Hand.
139:13,055[A  ]| Then leaving sweet Repose, and gentle Ease,
139:13,056[A  ]| With ardent Speed He seeks the distant Foe:
139:13,057[A  ]| Marching over Hills and Vales, over Rocks and Seas,
139:13,058[A  ]| He meditates, and strikes the wondrous Blow.
139:13,059[A  ]| Our Thought flies slower than Our General's Fame:
139:13,060[A  ]| Grasps He the Bolt (We ask) when he has hurled the Flame.
139:13,000['  ]| <VII>
139:13,061[A  ]| When fierce Bavar on$4$ Judoign's spacious Plain
139:13,062[A  ]| Did from afar the British Chief behold;
139:13,063[A  ]| Between Despair, and Rage, and Hope, and Pain,
139:13,064[A  ]| Something within his warring Bosom rolled:
139:13,065[A  ]| He views that$6#2$ Favourite of Indulgent Fame,
139:13,066[A  ]| Whom whilom He had met on$4$ Ister's Shore:
139:13,067[A  ]| Too well, alas! the Man He knows the same,
139:13,068[A  ]| Whose Prowess there repelled the Boyan Power;
139:13,069[A  ]| And sent them trembling through the frighted Lands,
139:13,070[A  ]| Swift as the Whirlwind drives Arabia's scattered Sands.
139:13,000['  ]| <VIII>
139:13,071[A  ]| His former Losses He forgets to$9$ grieve;
139:13,072[A  ]| Absolves his Fate, if with a kinder Ray
139:13,073[A  ]| It now would shine, and only give Him leave
139:13,074[A  ]| To$9$ balance the account of Blenheim's Day.
139:13,075[A  ]| So$3$ the fell Lion in$4$ the lonely Glade,
139:13,076[A  ]| His Side still smarting with the Hunter's Spear,
139:13,077[A  ]| Though deeply wounded, no$2$ way yet dismayed,
139:13,078[A  ]| Roars terrible, and meditates new War;
139:13,079[A  ]| In$4$ sullen Fury traverses the Plain,
139:13,080[A  ]| To$9$ find the venturous Foe, and Battle Him again.
139:13,000['  ]| <IX>
139:13,081[A  ]| Misguided Prince! no$2$ longer urge Thy Fate,
139:13,082[A  ]| Nor tempt the Hero to$4$ unequal War;
139:13,083[A  ]| Famed in$4$ Misfortune, and in$4$ Ruin Great,
139:13,084[A  ]| Confess the Force of Marlbro's stronger Star.
139:13,085[A  ]| Those Laurel Groves (the Merits of thy Youth) 
139:13,086[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Thou from Mahomet didst greatly gain,
139:13,087[A  ]| While bold Assertor of resistless Truth,
139:13,088[A  ]| Thy Sword did Godlike Liberty maintain,
139:13,089[A  ]| Must from thy Brow their falling Honours shed;
139:13,090[A  ]| And their transplanted Wreaths must deck a worthier Head.
139:13,000['  ]| <X>
139:13,091[A  ]| Yet cease the Ways of Providence to$9$ blame,
139:13,092[A  ]| And Human Faults with Human Grief confess:
139:13,093[A  ]| It is Thou art changed; while Heaven is still the same:
139:13,094[A  ]| From thy ill Councils date Thy ill Success.
139:13,095[A  ]| Impartial Justice holds her equal Scales;
139:13,096[A  ]| Until stronger Virtue does the Weight incline:
139:13,097[A  ]| If over Thee thy glorious Foe prevails;
139:13,098[A  ]| He now Defends the Cause, that$6#1$ once was Thine.
139:13,099[A  ]| Righteous the War, the Champion shall subdue;
139:13,100[A  ]| For$3$ Jove's great Handmaid Power, must Jove's Decrees pursue.
139:13,000['  ]| <XI>
139:13,101[A  ]| Hark! The dire Trumpets sound their shrill Alarms:
139:13,102[A  ]| Auverquerque, branched from the renowned Nassaws,
139:13,103[A  ]| Hoary in$4$ War, and bent beneath his Arms,
139:13,104[A  ]| His Glorious Sword with Dauntless Courage draws.
139:13,105[A  ]| When anxious Britain mourned her parting Lord,
139:13,106[A  ]| And all of William that$6#1$ was Mortal Died;
139:13,107[A  ]| The faithful Hero had received This Sword
139:13,108[A  ]| From his expiring Master's much-loved Side.
139:13,109[A  ]| Oft from its fatal Ire has Louis flown,
139:13,110[A  ]| Wherever Great William led, or Maese and Sambre run.
139:13,000['  ]| <XII>
139:13,111[A  ]| But brandished high, in$4$ an ill-omened Hour
139:13,112[A  ]| To$4$ Thee, proud Gaul, behold thy justest Fear,
139:13,113[A  ]| The Master Sword, Disposer of thy Power:
139:13,114[A  ]| It is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ Caesar gave the British Peer.
139:13,115[A  ]| He took the Gift: 
139:13,115@b   | Nor ever will$1$ I sheathe
139:13,116@b   | This Steel, (so$5#2$ Anna's high Behests ordain)
139:13,117[A  ]| The General said, 
139:13,117@b   | unless by$4$ Glorious Death
139:13,118@b   | Absolved, Until Conquest has confirmed Your Reign.
139:13,119@b   | Returns like$4$ these Our Mistress bids us make,
139:13,120@b   | When from a Foreign Prince a Gift Her Britons take.
139:13,000['  ]| <XIII>
139:13,121[A  ]| And now fierce Gallia rushes on$4$ her Foes,
139:13,122[A  ]| Her Force augmented by$4$ the Boyan Bands:
139:13,123[A  ]| So$3$ Volga's Stream, increased by$4$ Mountain Snows,
139:13,124[A  ]| Rolls with new Fury down through Russia's Lands.
139:13,125[A  ]| Like$4$ two great Rocks against the raging Tide,
139:13,126[A  ]| (If Virtue's Force with Nature's We compare)
139:13,127[A  ]| Unmoved the Two united Chiefs abide,
139:13,128[A  ]| Sustain the Impulse, and receive the War.
139:13,129[A  ]| Round their firm Sides in$4$ vain the Tempest beats;
139:13,130[A  ]| And still the foaming Wave with lessened Power retreats.
139:13,000['  ]| <XIV>
139:13,131[A  ]| The Rage dispersed, the Glorious Pair advance,
139:13,132[A  ]| With mingled Anger, and collected Might,
139:13,133[A  ]| To$9$ turn the War, and tell aggressing France,
139:13,134[A  ]| How Britain's Sons and Britain's Friends can fight.
139:13,135[A  ]| On$4$ Conquest fixed, and covetous of Fame,
139:13,136[A  ]| Behold Them rushing through the Gallic Host.
139:13,137[A  ]| Through standing Corn so$5#2$ runs the sudden Flame,
139:13,138[A  ]| On$4$ Eastern Winds along Sicilia's Coast.
139:13,139[A  ]| They deal their Terrors to$4$ the adverse Nation:
139:13,140[A  ]| Pale Death attends their Arms, and ghastly Desolation.
139:13,000['  ]| <XV>
139:13,141[A  ]| But while with fiercest Ire Bellona glows,
139:13,142[A  ]| And Europe rather Hopes than Fears Her Fate;
139:13,143[A  ]| While Britain presses Her afflicted Foes;
139:13,144[A  ]| What Horror damps the Strong, and quells the Great?
139:13,145[A  ]| Whence look the Soldiers Cheeks dismayed and pale?
139:13,146[A  ]| Erst ever dreadful, know They now to$9$ dread?
139:13,147[A  ]| The Hostile Troops, I ween, almost prevail;
139:13,148[A  ]| And the Pursuers only not recede.
139:13,149[A  ]| Alas! their lessened Rage proclaims their Grief!
139:13,150[A  ]| For$3$ anxious, lo! They crowd around their falling Chief!
139:13,000['  ]| <XVI>
139:13,151@d   | I thank Thee, Fate, 
139:13,151[A  ]| exclaims the fierce Bavar;
139:13,152@d   | Let Boya's Trumpet grateful Io's sound:
139:13,153@d   | I saw Him fall, their Thunderbolt of War: ~~ 
139:13,154@d   | Ever to$4$ Vengeance sacred be the Ground ~~ 
139:13,155[A  ]| Vain Wish! short Joy! the Hero mounts again
139:13,156[A  ]| In$4$ greater Glory, and with fuller Light:
139:13,157[A  ]| The Evening Star so$5#2$ falls into the Main,
139:13,158[A  ]| To$9$ rise at Morn more prevalently bright.
139:13,159[A  ]| He rises safe: but near, too near his Side,
139:13,160[A  ]| A good Man's grievous Loss, a faithful Servant died.
139:13,000['  ]| <XVII>
139:13,161[A  ]| Propitious Mars! the Battle is regained:
139:13,162[A  ]| The Foe with lessened Wrath disputes the Field:
139:13,163[A  ]| The Briton fights, by$4$ favouring Gods sustained:
139:13,164[A  ]| Freedom must live; and lawless Power must yield.
139:13,165[A  ]| Vain now the Tales which$6#1$ fabling Poets tell,
139:13,166[A  ]| That$3$ wavering Conquest still desires to$9$ rove!
139:13,167[A  ]| In$4$ Marlbro's Camp the Goddess knows to$9$ dwell:
139:13,168[A  ]| Long as the Hero's Life remains her Love.
139:13,169[A  ]| Again France flies: again the Duke pursues:
139:13,170[A  ]| And on$4$ Ramillia's Plains He Blenheim's Fame renews.
139:13,000['  ]| <XVIII>
139:13,171[A  ]| Great Thanks, O Captain great in$4$ Arms! receive
139:13,172[A  ]| From thy Triumphant Country's public Voice:
139:13,173[A  ]| Thy Country greater Thanks can only give
139:13,174[A  ]| To$4$ Anne, to$4$ Her who$6#1$ made those Arms Her Choice.
139:13,175[A  ]| Recording Schellenberg's and Blenheim's Toils,
139:13,176[A  ]| We dreaded lest Thou shouldst those Toils repeat:
139:13,177[A  ]| We viewed the Palace charged with Gallic Spoils;
139:13,178[A  ]| And in$4$ those Spoils We thought thy Praise complete:
139:13,179[A  ]| For$3$ never Greek, We deemed, nor Roman Knight,
139:13,180[A  ]| In$4$ Characters like$4$ these did ever his Acts indite.
139:13,000['  ]| <XIX>
139:13,181[A  ]| Yet mindless still of Ease, Thy Virtue flies
139:13,182[A  ]| A Pitch to$4$ Old and Modern Times unknown:
139:13,183[A  ]| Those goodly Deeds which$6#1$ We so$5#1$ highly prize,
139:13,184[A  ]| Imperfect seem, great Chief, to$4$ Thee alone.
139:13,185[A  ]| Those Heights, where William's Virtue might have stayed,
139:13,186[A  ]| And on$4$ the Subject world looked safely down,
139:13,187[A  ]| By$4$ Marlbro passed, the Props and Steps were made,
139:13,188[A  ]| Sublimer yet to$9$ raise his Queen's Renown:
139:13,189[A  ]| Still gaining more, still slighting what He gained,
139:13,190[A  ]| Nought done the Hero deemed, while ought undone remained.
139:13,000['  ]| <XX>
139:13,191[A  ]| When swift-winged Rumour told the mighty Gaul,
139:13,192[A  ]| How lessened from the Field Bavar was fled;
139:13,193[A  ]| He wept the Swiftness of the Champion's Fall;
139:13,194[A  ]| And thus the Royal Treaty-Breaker said:
139:13,195@c   | And lives he yet, the Great, the Lost Bavar,
139:13,196@c   | Ruin to$4$ Gallia, in$4$ the Name of Friend?
139:13,197@c   | Tell Me, how far has Fortune been severe?
139:13,198@c   | Has the Foe's Glory, or our Grief an End?
139:13,199@c   | Remains there, of the Fifty Thousand lost,
139:13,200@c   | To$9$ save our threatened Realm, or guard our shattered Coast?
139:13,000['  ]| <XXI>
139:13,201@c   | To$4$ the close rock the frighted Raven flies,
139:13,202@c   | Soon as the rising Eagle cuts the Air:
139:13,203@c   | The shaggy Wolf unseen and trembling lies,
139:13,204@c   | When the hoarse Roar proclaims the Lion near.
139:13,205@c   | Ill-starred did We our Forts and Lines forsake,
139:13,206@c   | To$9$ dare our British Foes to$4$ open Fight:
139:13,207@c   | Our Conquest We by$4$ Stratagem should make:
139:13,208@c   | Our Triumph had been founded in$4$ our Flight.
139:13,209@c   | It is Ours, by$4$ Craft and by$4$ Surprise to$9$ gain:
139:13,210@c   | It is Theirs, to$9$ meet in$4$ Arms, and Battle in$4$ the Plain.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXII>
139:13,211@c   | The ancient Father of this Hostile Brood,
139:13,212@c   | Their boasted Brute, undaunted snatched his Gods
139:13,213@c   | From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with Blood,
139:13,214@c   | And fixed on$4$ Silver Thames his dire Abodes;
139:13,215@c   | And this be Troynovante, He said, the Seat
139:13,216@c   | By$4$ Heaven ordained, My Sons, Your lasting Place:
139:13,217@c   | Superior here to$4$ all the Bolts of Fate
139:13,218@c   | Live, mindful of the Author of your Race,
139:13,219@c   | Whom neither Greece, nor War, nor Want, nor Flame,
139:13,220@c   | Nor Great Peleides' Arm, nor Juno's Rage could Tame.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXIII>
139:13,221@c   | Their Tudor's hence, and Stuart's Off-spring flow:
139:13,222@c   | Hence Edward, dreadful with his Sable Shield,
139:13,223@c   | Talbot, to$4$ Gallia's Power Eternal Foe,
139:13,224@c   | And Seymour, famed in$4$ Council, or in$4$ Field:
139:13,225@c   | Hence Nevill, Great to$9$ Settle or Dethrone,
139:13,226@c   | And Drake, and Ca'ndish, Terrors of the Sea:
139:13,227@c   | Hence Butler's Sons, over Land and Ocean known,
139:13,228@c   | Herbert's, and Churchill's Warring Progeny:
139:13,229@c   | Hence the long roll which$6#1$ Gallia should conceal:
139:13,230@c   | For$3$, oh! Who$6#2$ vanquished, loves the Victor's Fame to$9$ tell?
139:13,000['  ]| <XXIV>
139:13,232@c   | Envied Britannia, sturdy as the Oak,
139:13,232@c   | Which$6#1$ on$4$ her Mountain-Top She proudly bears,
139:13,233@c   | Eludes the Axe, and sprouts against the Stroke;
139:13,234@c   | Strong from her Wounds, and greater by$4$ her Wars.
139:13,235@c   | And as those Teeth, which$6#1$ Cadmus sowed in$4$ Earth,
139:13,236@c   | Produced new Youth, and furnished fresh Supplies:
139:13,237@c   | So$3$ with young Vigour, and succeeding Birth,
139:13,238@c   | Her Losses more than recompensed arise;
139:13,239@c   | And every Age She with a Race is Crowned,
139:13,240@c   | For$4$ Letters more Polite, in$4$ Battles more Renowned.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXV>
139:13,241@c   | Obstinate Power, whom Nothing can repel;
139:13,242@c   | Not the fierce Saxon, nor the cruel Dane,
139:13,243@c   | Nor deep Impression of the Norman Steel,
139:13,244@c   | Nor Europe's Force amassed by$4$ envious Spain,
139:13,245@c   | Nor France on$4$ universal Sway intent,
139:13,246@c   | Oft breaking Leagues, and oft renewing Wars,
139:13,247@c   | Nor (frequent Bane of weakened Government)
139:13,248@c   | Their own intestine Feuds, and mutual Jars;
139:13,249@c   | Those Feuds and Jars, in$4$ which$6#1$ I trusted more
139:13,250@c   | Than in$4$ my Troops, and Fleets, and all the Gallic Power.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXVI>
139:13,251@c   | To$4$ fruitful Rheims, or fair Lutetia's Gate
139:13,252@c   | What Tidings shall the Messenger convey?
139:13,253@c   | Shall the loud Herald our Success relate,
139:13,254@c   | Or mitred Priest appoint the Solemn Day?
139:13,255@c   | Alas! my Praises They no$2$ more must Sing;
139:13,256@c   | They to$4$ my Statue now must Bow no$2$ more:
139:13,257@c   | Broken, repulsed is their Immortal King:
139:13,258@c   | Fallen, fallen forever is the Gallic Power 
139:13,259@c   | The Woman Chief is Master of the War:
139:13,260@c   | Earth She has freed by$4$ Arms, and vanquished Heaven by$4$ Prayer.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXVII>
139:13,261[A  ]| While thus the ruined Foe's Despair commends
139:13,262[A  ]| Thy Council and Thy Deed, Victorious Queen,
139:13,263[A  ]| What shall Thy Subjects say, and what Thy Friends?
139:13,264[A  ]| How shall Thy Triumphs in$4$ Our Joy  be seen?
139:13,265[A  ]| Oh! deign to$9$ let the Eldest of the nine
139:13,266[A  ]| Recite Britannia Great, and Gallia Free:
139:13,267[A  ]| Oh! with her Sister Sculpture let her join
139:13,268[A  ]| To$9$ raise, Great Anne, the Monument to$4$ Thee;
139:13,269[A  ]| To$4$ Thee, of all our Good the Sacred Spring;
139:13,270[A  ]| To$4$ Thee, our dearest Dread; to$4$ Thee, our softer King.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXVIII>
139:13,271[A  ]| Let Europe saved the Column high erect,
139:13,272[A  ]| Than Trajan's higher, or than Antonine's;
139:13,273[A  ]| Where sembling Art may carve the fair Effect,
139:13,274[A  ]| And full Achievement of Thy great Designs.
139:13,275[A  ]| In$4$ a calm Heaven, and a serener Air,
139:13,276[A  ]| Sublime the Queen shall on$4$ the Summit stand,
139:13,277[A  ]| From Danger far, as far removed from Fear,
139:13,278[A  ]| And pointing down to$4$ Earth Her dread Command.
139:13,279[A  ]| All Winds, all Storms that$6#1$ threaten Human Woe,
139:13,280[A  ]| Shall sink beneath Her Feet, and spread their Rage below.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXIX>
139:13,281[A  ]| There Fleets shall strive by$4$ Winds and Waters tossed;
139:13,282[A  ]| Until the young Austrian on$4$ Iberia's Strand,
139:13,283[A  ]| Great as Aeneas on$4$ the Latian Coast,
139:13,284[A  ]| Shall fix his Foot: and 
139:13,115@e   | This, be This the Land,
139:13,285@e   | Great Jove, where I forever will$1$ remain
139:13,286[A  ]| (The Empire's other Hope shall say) 
139:13,115@e   | and here
139:13,287@e   | Vanquished, Entombed I will$1$ lie, or Crowned I will$1$ Reign ~~ 
139:13,288[A  ]| O Virtue, to$4$ thy British Mother dear!
139:13,289[A  ]| Like$4$ the famed Trojan suffer and abide;
139:13,290[A  ]| For$3$ Anne is Thine, I ween, as Venus was His Guide.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXX>
139:13,291[A  ]| There, in$4$ Eternal Characters engraved,
139:13,292[A  ]| Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone,
139:13,293[A  ]| Their Force destroyed, their Privileges saved,
139:13,294[A  ]| Shall Anna's Terrors, and Her Mercies own:
139:13,295[A  ]| Spain from the Usurper Bourbon's Arms retrieved.
139:13,296[A  ]| Shall with new Life and grateful Joy appear,
139:13,297[A  ]| Numbering the Wonders which$6#1$ that$6#2$ Youth achieved,
139:13,298[A  ]| Whom Anna clad in$4$ Arms, and sent to$4$ War;
139:13,299[A  ]| Whom Anna sent to$9$ claim Iberia's Throne;
139:13,300[A  ]| And made Him more than King, in$4$ calling Him Her Son.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXXI>
139:13,301[A  ]| There Ister pleased, by$4$ Blenheim's glorious Field
139:13,302[A  ]| Rolling, shall bid his Eastern Waves declare
139:13,303[A  ]| Germania saved by$4$ Britain's ample Shield,,
139:13,304[A  ]| And bleeding Gaul afflicted by$4$ her Spear:;
139:13,305[A  ]| Shall bid them mention Marlbro, on$4$ that$6#2$ Shore
139:13,306[A  ]| Leading his Islanders, renowned in$4$ Arms,
139:13,307[A  ]| Through Climes, where never British Chief before
139:13,308[A  ]| Or pitched his Camp, or sounded his Alarms:
139:13,309[A  ]| Shall bid Them bless the Queen, who$6#1$ made his Streams
139:13,310[A  ]| Glorious as those of Boyn, and safe as those of Thames.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXXII>
139:13,311[A  ]| Brabantia, clad with Fields, and crowned with Towers
139:13,312[A  ]| With decent Joy shall her Deliverer meet;
139:13,313[A  ]| Shall own Thy Arms, Great Queen, and bless Thy Powers,
139:13,314[A  ]| Laying the Keys beneath Thy Subject's Feet.
139:13,315[A  ]| Flandria, by$4$ Plenty made the Home of War,
139:13,316[A  ]| Shall weep her Crime, and bow to$4$ Charles restored;
139:13,317[A  ]| With double Vows shall bless Thy happy Care,
139:13,318[A  ]| In$4$ having drawn, and having sheathed the Sword.
139:13,319[A  ]| From these their Sister Provinces shall know
139:13,320[A  ]| How Anne supports a Friend, and how forgives a Foe.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXXIII>
139:13,321[A  ]| Bright Swords, and crested Helms, and pointed Spears
139:13,322[A  ]| In$4$ artful Piles around the Work shall lie;
139:13,323[A  ]| And Shields indented deep in$4$ ancient Wars,
139:13,324[A  ]| Blazoned with Signs of Gallic Heraldry;
139:13,325[A  ]| And Standards with distinguished Honours bright,
139:13,326[A  ]| Marks of high Power and National Command,
139:13,327[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Valois' Sons, and Bourbon's bore in$4$ Fight,
139:13,328[A  ]| Or gave to$4$ Foix', or Montmorency's  Hand:
139:13,329[A  ]| Great Spoils, which$6#1$ Gallia must to$4$ Britain yield,
139:13,330[A  ]| From Cressy's Battle saved, to$9$ grace Ramillia's Field.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXXIV>
139:13,331[A  ]| And as fine Art the Spaces may dispose,
139:13,332[A  ]| The knowing Thought and curious Eye shall see
139:13,333[A  ]| Thy Emblem, Gracious Queen, the British Rose,
139:13,334[A  ]| Type of sweet Rule, and gentle Majesty:
139:13,335[A  ]| The Northern Thistle, whom no$2$ Hostile Hand
139:13,336[A  ]| Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween;
139:13,337[A  ]| Hibernia's Harp, Device of Her Command,
139:13,338[A  ]| And Parent of Her Mirth, shall there be seen:
139:13,339[A  ]| Thy vanquished Lilies, France, decayed and torn,
139:13,340[A  ]| Shall with disordered Pomp  the lasting Work adorn.
139:13,000['  ]| <XXXV>
139:13,341[A  ]| Beneath, Great Queen, oh! very far beneath,
139:13,342[A  ]| Near to$4$ the Ground, and on$4$ the humble Base,
139:13,343[A  ]| To$9$ save Herself from Darkness, and from Death,
139:13,344[A  ]| That$6#2$ Muse desires the last, the lowest place;
139:13,345[A  ]| Who$6#1$ though unmeet, yet touched the trembling String;
139:13,346[A  ]| For$4$ the fair Fame of Anne and Albion's Land,
139:13,347[A  ]| Who$6#1$ durst of War and Martial Fury Sing:
139:13,348[A  ]| And when Thy Will$0$, and when Thy Subject's Hand
139:13,349[A  ]| Had quelled those Wars, and bid that$6#2$ Fury cease;
139:13,350[A  ]| Hangs up$5$ her grateful Harp to$4$ Conquest, and to$4$ Peace.