101:01,000[A ]| 101:01,000[A ]| 101:01,001[A ]| To 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's 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.<10> 101:01,011[A ]| But would we pay thee ought that's 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 more 101:01,015[A ]| Than what his beams had made so sweet before. 101:01,016[A ]| But are these pious rites our only due? 101:01,017[A ]| No; with our prayers we have execrations too 101:01,018[A ]| Against that Fate which has our hopes undone, 101:01,019[A ]| Making us wretched and thee blessed too soon. 101:01,020[A ]| O drive that dismal scene of horror hence!<20> 101:01,021[A ]| 'Twill break all numbers and dissolve all sense. 101:01,022[A ]| Ye jocund peaceful choir, if such you be, 101:01,023[A ]| For ill should harmony with woes agree, 101:01,024[A ]| Ye powerful nine, obeyed through the vast ALL, 101:01,025[A ]| Who both the unborn and dead to life can call, 101:01,026[A ]| To forms you bodies give; at whose command, 101:01,027[A ]| Past, present, and to come, walk hand in hand, 101:01,028[A ]| Whilst Time at once to both its poles you see 101:01,029[A ]| Standing the Janus to eternity: 101:01,030[A ]| Assist us with your intellectual light,<30> 101:01,031[A ]| Present the living hero to our fight. 101:01,032[A ]| O let his old majestic form arise 101:01,033[A ]| And flash amazement in 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 honour calls; 101:01,038[A ]| Or let him 'gainst the insulting Gallic foe 101:01,039[A ]| Through lanes of death to mouths of cannons go, 101:01,040[A ]| Then turn their roaring throats to their own dooms,<40> 101:01,041[A ]| Through their own hearts unload their sulphurous wombs. 101:01,042[A ]| So Jupiter struck a bold giant dead, 101:01,043[A ]| Dashed his hurled mountains back on his own head, 101:01,044[A ]| Whilst to his buried foes at once he gave 101:01,045[A ]| In their own arms, both a defeat, and grave. 101:01,046[A ]| Yet hold my hand! How daring's 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:<50> 101:01,051[A ]| Such were the colours which 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 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 filled his breast 101:01,060[A ]| That when his soul, big with a thought divine,<60> 101:01,061[A ]| Quickened and swelled with some sublime design, 101:01,062[A ]| Whilst in his brain the mighty embryo lay 101:01,063[A ]| And called the God of Fire to 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 light from fire, 101:01,069[A ]| At the same moment born the offspring and the sire. 101:01,070[A ]| So joined their source, so undistinguished lay,<70> 101:01,071[A ]| Not the attributes of Heaven more linked than they: 101:01,072[A ]| As indivisible to thought or sense 101:01,073[A ]| As infinite is from omnipotence; 101:01,074[A ]| Nay, and to 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 his religion vowed, 101:01,079[A ]| Joined in his prayers he at his altars bowed; 101:01,080[A ]| So ardent did his winged devotion come,<80> 101:01,081[A ]| Not Hannibal a more sworn foe to 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 the abyss of Envy's mansion go 101:01,085[A ]| And with her Heaven-born sisters dive so low; 101:01,086[A ]| Join all your keen iambics, mix your gall, 101:01,087[A ]| And in poetic rage turn Furies all. 101:01,088[A ]| Then paint some cursed obdurate infidel, 101:01,089[A ]| That venom-mouthed and snarling dog of Hell; 101:01,090[A ]| Paint his polluted hands of that black taint<90> 101:01,091[A ]| So pitchy, as would even defile a saint; 101:01,092[A ]| In his own sables be the fiend arrayed, 101:01,093[A ]| In wilful ignorance's massy shade, 101:01,094[A ]| Gross as God's plague to 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 consult with his own infernal crew; 101:01,098[A ]| In his infatuated blindness frame 101:01,099[A ]| A stain to Ossory's immortal name. 101:01,100[A ]| Here Heaven, as he would thine, his quarrel take,<100> 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 near an image of thy self to touch, 101:01,104[A ]| To charge the abject hypocrite so foul 101:01,105[A ]| And mean a thought to so sublime a soul. 101:01,106[A ]| A soul that would the least contagion fly: 101:01,107[A ]| So pure a crystal holds no poisonous dye. 101:01,108[A ]| O that an unbelief or doubt should rise 101:01,109[A ]| Where so much honour shined to uncloud their eyes! 101:01,110[A ]| But why so vain a wish in his defence?<110> 101:01,111[A ]| As from brutality, belief or sense 101:01,112[A ]| To apostate frenzy so entirely given, 101:01,113[A ]| They'd want 'em even to miracles from Heaven. 101:01,114[A ]| Alas, how stingless does their malice fall: 101:01,115[A ]| Thy truth to Charles and Heaven surmounts it all, 101:01,116[A ]| And to a hand so tried and truth so known, 101:01,117[A ]| So popular no virtue ever shone. 101:01,118[A ]| Thy King, his royal standard borne by thee, 101:01,119[A ]| Could not want swords, nor they want victory; 101:01,120[A ]| Thy name would rouse all hearts: so strange a charm<120> 101:01,121[A ]| Lodged in a banner waved by Ossory's arm. 101:01,122[A ]| So far his loud-tongued call of glory spread, 101:01,123[A ]| Scarce the last trumpet's found more heard, or more obeyed, 101:01,124[A ]| And strengthened with a power great as his will; 101:01,125[A ]| With ease he could resolve, with ease fulfil. 101:01,126[A ]| In conduct and in policies of war 101:01,127[A ]| His judgement shot so quick and pierced so far, 101:01,128[A ]| His great elixirs to 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<130> 101:01,131[A ]| At once for wisdom, and for war, divine. 101:01,132[A ]| In the adored Pallas they comprised his charms, 101:01,133[A ]| Assigned one godhead both to 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 humbler spoils 101:01,136[A ]| Was welcome there, whilst his expanded breast 101:01,137[A ]| Had boundless room for 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 his arms like rivers through the world;<140> 101:01,141[A ]| Whilst, in 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 worth he nursed. 101:01,144[A ]| So the fierce monarch of the savage kind, 101:01,145[A ]| His own full strength for bolder deaths designed, 101:01,146[A ]| Hugged his dear cub when flushed in 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 war, 101:01,149[A ]| For still the brave were his eternal care: 101:01,150[A ]| He was their general, and patron too,<150> 101:01,151[A ]| No father half so kind, no friend so true. 101:01,152[A ]| When in the field his martial eagles flew, 101:01,153[A ]| Under their wings to conquest led 'em on, 101:01,154[A ]| And lent 'em refuge underneath his own, 101:01,155[A ]| Protecting still that worth he did admire, 101:01,156[A ]| In peace their shield, in 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 the promised land. 101:01,159[A ]| One while, in a kind cloud's refreshing shade 101:01,160[A ]| He health and shelter, even in deserts, made.<160> 101:01,161[A ]| Another did his brighter beams display 101:01,162[A ]| In his own native and more heavenly ray: 101:01,163[A ]| Above 'em like a fiery pillar rod 101:01,164[A ]| Their light, or umbrage; and in 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 accessible. 101:01,170[A ]| No greatness so familiar, and so free,<170> 101:01,171[A ]| No temple to the humblest votary: 101:01,172[A ]| Worth never spoke, nor justice sued in vain. 101:01,173[A ]| So have I fancied on Pharsalia's plain 101:01,174[A ]| A tattered Roman in his rusty steel 101:01,175[A ]| With a rough bow, untaught to fawn or kneel, 101:01,176[A ]| To his royal leader's ear, for justice, fly, 101:01,177[A ]| And to great Caesar, only, Caesar, cry. 101:01,178[A ]| Here in that bright triumphant chariot hurled, 101:01,179[A ]| Designed to drive around the vanquished world, 101:01,180[A ]| The awful universal majesty<180> 101:01,181[A ]| Casts on his honourable scars an eye, 101:01,182[A ]| Curbs his hot steeds and makes a halting pause 101:01,183[A ]| To 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 War's torrid zone: 101:01,186[A ]| In 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 thy Parnassus frame; 101:01,189[A ]| On two twin mounts of greatness build his fame. 101:01,190[A ]| His virtues led a court, as well as camp,<190> 101:01,191[A ]| And taught 'em honour of the noblest stamp; 101:01,192[A ]| To promises he resolution brought 101:01,193[A ]| And never launched a word beyond a thought; 101:01,194[A ]| So courtly too his conversation made, 101:01,195[A ]| That in 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 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,<200> 101:01,201[A ]| When plumes and steel his haughty brows adorn. 101:01,202[A ]| If such heaped virtues to one man were given, 101:01,203[A ]| Challenge thy own, his great first mover, Heaven. 101:01,204[A ]| Thy own indeed; for 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 ]| O'er 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,<210> 101:01,211[A ]| Whose images of venerable rust 101:01,212[A ]| Lie stretched on mouldered monuments, so old 101:01,213[A ]| That they are scarce less dust than what they hold, 101:01,214[A ]| So eat by time, till Light's officious ray 101:01,215[A ]| Peeps through and to the grave lets in the day. 101:01,216[A ]| Thus in his greatness and allegiance too, 101:01,217[A ]| His miracles hereditary grew: 101:01,218[A ]| In 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, from such ages held so fast,<220> 101:01,221[A ]| Must through the whole Platonic circle last 101:01,222[A ]| Till wondering Time to the Ormond-praise shall tell 101:01,223[A ]| That greatness truly stands, that 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 ]| 'Mongst all the virtues in thy bosom reign, 101:01,227[A ]| A godlike Courage leads the angelic train; 101:01,228[A ]| And since unactive Loyalty's no 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,<230> 101:01,231[A ]| Sets high for Fame, and brings his gold in play. 101:01,232[A ]| Eager he threw, and young to the lifts he came, 101:01,233[A ]| The abetting God of War pushed on the game; 101:01,234[A ]| Through his fired veins made the warm hero rise, 101:01,235[A ]| Glow in his cheeks, and sparkle in his eyes. 101:01,236[A ]| War was his early mistress, his first aim 101:01,237[A ]| Through untrod ways to court uncommon Fame; 101:01,238[A ]| Whilst with a strength unequal to his will, 101:01,239[A ]| And wanting years his wishes to fulfil, 101:01,240[A ]| Oft would he murmur at the lazy sun<240> 101:01,241[A ]| And bid the tedious charioteer drive on. 101:01,242[A ]| Tired with his youth, in Nature's face he flew, 101:01,243[A ]| Cursed her slow architect, and envious grew 101:01,244[A ]| At that quick blood in our first parent ran, 101:01,245[A ]| Who, at a word created, stepped out man. 101:01,246[A ]| Young as a Ganymede, he longed to 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.<250> 101:01,251[A ]| Alcides' rage did his young bosom fill: 101:01,252[A ]| His infant hands wanted his snakes to 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 the earlier hand of Fate attacked 101:01,256[A ]| Was taught to suffer ere he had power to act. 101:01,257[A ]| When England late with her own blood did flow, 101:01,258[A ]| And that dire stroke, the unutterable blow, 101:01,259[A ]| Did the whole British forfeit world enslave, 101:01,260[A ]| Digging in royal veins the English honour's grave;<260> 101:01,261[A ]| The usurping Lucifer here snatched the throne, 101:01,262[A ]| Cried, Hell's amongst 'em, and all Hell's my own! 101:01,263[A ]| Whilst loyal hearts, for sacrifice decreed, 101:01,264[A ]| In hecatombs to the new Moloch bleed. 101:01,265[A ]| Amongst the crowds for lingering deaths secured 101:01,266[A ]| Is our young prisoner in the tower immured; 101:01,267[A ]| 'Tis true, no fact against his life they bring, 101:01,268[A ]| Too weak a pillar yet to uphold a king, 101:01,269[A ]| But what occasion for a stronger proof? 101:01,270[A ]| He's born of the Ormond race, and that's enough.<270> 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 pollute the kingly throne, 101:01,275[A ]| His sacred purple stain, his land devour, 101:01,276[A ]| But to root up all seeds of royal power; 101:01,277[A ]| Resolved he'd that 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 hands to cultivate the soil.<280> 101:01,281[A ]| Thus our young brave's to a timely dungeon sent, 101:01,282[A ]| Chained, but not tamed; and crushed, but yet unbent; 101:01,283[A ]| So terrible his unarmed hand appeared, 101:01,284[A ]| In the unstruck flint the hidden fires he feared. 101:01,285[A ]| So dreadful to the old fiend was the first man, 101:01,286[A ]| His virtues fatal to his infernal reign, 101:01,287[A ]| Such threatening beams did his young dawn dispense, 101:01,288[A ]| Was formidable even in 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.<290> 101:01,291[A ]| 'Tis true, with our erected eyes we may 101:01,292[A ]| To 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 mortal view approached 'tis nearer seen, 101:01,298[A ]| 'Tis like the old sire that walked with God, whose face 101:01,299[A ]| Too bright, came veiled, to talk to human race. 101:01,300[A ]| If then the region of thy soul's too high,<300> 101:01,301[A ]| To which the fluttering Muses cannot 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'll sing: 101:01,305[A ]| He that would paint the sun, must draw the spring. 101:01,306[A ]| A land there is, on bold foundations laid, 101:01,307[A ]| Foundations that durst Nature's self invade, 101:01,308[A ]| A land, by Heaven's creation never made, 101:01,309[A ]| A land, where keels once cut their liquid way, 101:01,310[A ]| Where in the surge the stretched Leviathan lay<310> 101:01,311[A ]| Whilst all the slimy race did wondering round him play. 101:01,312[A ]| A nation, who to that 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 be 101:01,315[A ]| A people; for their land, they robbed the sea; 101:01,316[A ]| First elbowed Neptune out to build a seat, 101:01,317[A ]| And then they jostled monarchs to 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 allow,<320> 101:01,321[A ]| Too stiff to kneel, or else too tall to bow. 101:01,322[A ]| Pampered to pride, to a lust of power high fed, 101:01,323[A ]| By 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 ]| 'Twas 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 lash this bold amphibious race, 101:01,330[A ]| A posting Mercury more swift ne'er rode<330> 101:01,331[A ]| To bear the mandates of an angry god; 101:01,332[A ]| Wings on his feet, and duty in 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 his side 101:01,337[A ]| Saw Cleopatra's glittering galley ride, 101:01,338[A ]| Filled with a beauty that even Death could warm: 101:01,339[A ]| A mistress's sight to a fighting lover's arm, 101:01,340[A ]| Both by her wishes and her eyes inspired,<340> 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 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 a rival lord. 101:01,346[A ]| On such a theme our English champion draws 101:01,347[A ]| A sword that's no 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 ruin takes; 101:01,350[A ]| Whilst tempest-like it gathers as it rolls:<350> 101:01,351[A ]| The natural start of all impetuous souls. 101:01,352[A ]| So roared his cannons through the trembling flood, 101:01,353[A ]| The admiring gods for his spectators stood, 101:01,354[A ]| Sallied from all the utmost ports of Heaven 101:01,355[A ]| To the mid-air, to see the onset given. 101:01,356[A ]| So loud, so dismal was the voice of war 101:01,357[A ]| That at the scene the bashful thunderer 101:01,358[A ]| With awful silence was astonished grown, 101:01,359[A ]| Listening to sounds more dreadful than his own; 101:01,360[A ]| Saw bolts of fire in hissing billows drowned<360> 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 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 more fires than when their watery face, 101:01,368[A ]| Nature's great mirror, elemental glass, 101:01,369[A ]| Drinks up the stars. When in the sparkling main 101:01,370[A ]| The pilot views a second Charles his wain,<370> 101:01,371[A ]| Reflected Heavens inverted concave lie, 101:01,372[A ]| With twinkling lights danced in 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 the utmost tug of war, 101:01,376[A ]| Nor thought they could have trod on graves too far; 101:01,377[A ]| Such vigorous health their cheerful spirits wear, 101:01,378[A ]| No 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.<380> 101:01,381[A ]| Thus moved they in the circle of his charms, 101:01,382[A ]| His influence sat above to guide their arms: 101:01,383[A ]| Soul of their world did his great genius flow. 101:01,384[A ]| So the high spheres their vast tuned measures go 101:01,385[A ]| Whilst seasons, days and years dance after 'em below. 101:01,386[A ]| He was an admiral, deserved to grace 101:01,387[A ]| A constellation, more than that Greek race, 101:01,388[A ]| Whose honour in the ravished golden prize 101:01,389[A ]| Bore the rich Argonaut above the skies, 101:01,390[A ]| Where in eternal calms each spangled streamer shines<390> 101:01,391[A ]| Whilst everlasting lights adorn immortal pines. 101:01,392[A ]| But now on shore let's view his next command, 101:01,393[A ]| His watery chariot left, to drive at land: 101:01,394[A ]| The unharnessed Tritons to 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 thee, 101:01,399[A ]| A battle 'gainst a glorious enemy; 101:01,400[A ]| Flushed with success, and long with laurels crowned,<400> 101:01,401[A ]| Perhaps before untaught to quit his ground. 101:01,402[A ]| A foe, who 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 victorious courage yield. <405> 101:01,406[A ]| Raising that siege, thou didst such wonders do, 101:01,407[A ]| Raise the universal siege of Flanders too; 101:01,408[A ]| For to that one determinating blow, 101:01,409[A ]| The northern peace does her foundations owe. 101:01,410[A ]| Thus that great work, for which, so long desired, <410> 101:01,411[A ]| Contending kingdoms had in vain conspired, 101:01,412[A ]| United fought, united toiled and tired, 101:01,413[A ]| Fate did alone for thy bold arm decree, 101:01,414[A ]| As being the only labour fit for thee. 101:01,415[A ]| How far proud France's fury, uncontrolled, <415> 101:01,416[A ]| Unbounded, like a fiery deluge rolled, 101:01,417[A ]| Till Ossory did that great day appear, 101:01,418[A ]| And bid the conflagration finish there. 101:01,419[A ]| So when omnipotence the globe had framed, 101:01,420[A ]| Had spoke out light, and warring elements tamed; <420> 101:01,421[A ]| When nought but his great word in 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 more. 101:01,425[A ]| A scarce less work for thy illustrious hand <425> 101:01,426[A ]| Had the decision of one day ordained: 101:01,427[A ]| Flanders her peace did to 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 thee, <430> 101:01,431[A ]| Thy bounteous influence like o'erflowing 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, <435> 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 a champion fired; 101:01,439[A ]| And when on heaps the dismal ruins lay, 101:01,440[A ]| Steps a descending god, and parts the fray. <440> 101:01,441[A ]| Here let the labours of our hero cease, 101:01,442[A ]| Encircled in his own creation, peace: 101:01,443[A ]| The greatest warriors have in ease most share, 101:01,444[A ]| And always act the shortest part in war; 101:01,445[A ]| To victory they cut too near a way, <445> 101:01,446[A ]| Too firm a ground for lasting triumphs lay, 101:01,447[A ]| And the whole work of years ends in 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 more. 101:01,450[A ]| But stay, these humble praises are too small: <450> 101:01,451[A ]| To say he led, fought, vanquished, triumphed, all, 101:01,452[A ]| 'Tis 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 to famed chiefs writes immortality; <455> 101:01,456[A ]| Men the true hero like the martyr paint: 101:01,457[A ]| 'Tis the great cause that consecrates the saint. 101:01,458[A ]| When his heroic virtues spread so far 101:01,459[A ]| (The universal darling son of war) 101:01,460[A ]| That rival states for his alliance sued, <460> 101:01,461[A ]| His hand and sword by courting nations wooed. 101:01,462[A ]| First the great France his assailed passions tried, 101:01,463[A ]| Brought her gay cause in all her tempting pride: 101:01,464[A ]| The richest, haughtiest, most majestic bride. 101:01,465[A ]| Upon her head she wore a coronet <465> 101:01,466[A ]| Of mystic figure; for the ground was jet; 101:01,467[A ]| A sable field with sanguine rubies set. 101:01,468[A ]| Her best-loved jewel on her arm was placed: 101:01,469[A ]| In modern mould a Roman medal cast, 101:01,470[A ]| A Julius Caesar pictured to the waist. <470> 101:01,471[A ]| Amidst her shining breastplates, radiant beams 101:01,472[A ]| Loaded with pearl and studded o'er with gems: 101:01,473[A ]| A curious eye might at a glimpse see drawn 101:01,474[A ]| In airy rays of scattered silver dawn 101:01,475[A ]| An inlaid remnant of a cross she bore, <475> 101:01,476[A ]| But shaded with the massier pride she wore. 101:01,477[A ]| Upon her shield (for she was martial dressed) 101:01,478[A ]| A painter had in 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; <480> 101:01,481[A ]| Some by 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 her well-tried magic filter, gold. 101:01,485[A ]| To all this pomp a wondrous dower she brought, <485> 101:01,486[A ]| Sure baits which an unguarded heart had caught; 101:01,487[A ]| But Ossory, unmoved by 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 a Promethean vulture, gnaw, <490> 101:01,491[A ]| A heart more worthy of his doom than his, 101:01,492[A ]| His guilt outdone even by her victories; 101:01,493[A ]| The ill-got trophies which 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, <495> 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 Lethe drowned. 101:01,499[A ]| In vain her power, success, or treasure pleads, 101:01,500[A ]| In vain her arts, in vain her nets she spreads: <500> 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 distressed beauty led, 101:01,504[A ]| Fixed like a second royal Andromede; 101:01,505[A ]| At stake her fortunes and her glories lay, <505> 101:01,506[A ]| And all designed for 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. <510> 101:01,511[A ]| Here the warm Ossory could hold no more, 101:01,512[A ]| Here his winged steed the fiery rider bore, 101:01,513[A ]| Whilst to her aid our angry Perseus rode: 101:01,514[A ]| Revenge is the espousal of a God. 101:01,515[A ]| Roused by her wrongs, a generous sword he draws, <515> 101:01,516[A ]| Wedding his unbribed hand to a spotless cause. 101:01,517[A ]| Thus doubly armed, to royal Orange flew, 101:01,518[A ]| Showering like Jove in gold, and thunder too. 101:01,519[A ]| Done like himself, an action great and high, 101:01,520[A ]| 'Twas more to face than follow victory. <520> 101:01,521[A ]| To tug with France was but to 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 glory's halcyon nest: 101:01,525[A ]| The unactive Christendom does not afford <525> 101:01,526[A ]| A second cause for his miraculous sword, 101:01,527[A ]| Till roused by 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 Christian arts and arms betrayed). <530> 101:01,531[A ]| Apostate faithless Christian! by the first 101:01,532[A ]| Of your own falling traitors taught and cursed, 101:01,533[A ]| Who for his worshipped dearer idol, gold, 101:01,534[A ]| His paradise, and sacred master, sold; 101:01,535[A ]| His entailed treasons to his heirs conveyed, <535> 101:01,536[A ]| The Christian strength like their own God betrayed. 101:01,537[A ]| Thus comes the skilled barbarian to the field, 101:01,538[A ]| Fighting behind an European shield: 101:01,539[A ]| An enemy ne'er terrible before, 101:01,540[A ]| For numbers dreadful, but for conduct, more. <540> 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 arms. 101:01,545[A ]| No less the loyal Ossory prepares <545> 101:01,546[A ]| On his own neck to 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 a new comet burns, 101:01,549[A ]| To Africk straight his pointed vengeance turns; 101:01,550[A ]| Here flying fame with the glad tidings posts <550> 101:01,551[A ]| Which the shrill Tritons waft to the Africk coasts. 101:01,552[A ]| The ravished Tangerines at his adored 101:01,553[A ]| Dear name, to hopes, to life, to souls restored, 101:01,554[A ]| Quit their despair, and with one echoing cry 101:01,555[A ]| Their universal voice was: victory. <555> 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 those wild raptures ran, <560> 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 Philistia's plain: 101:01,564[A ]| Such certain conquest from his name conclude 101:01,565[A ]| As if the holding up his arm subdued. <565> 101:01,566[A ]| But oh! in vain the great commission's given: 101:01,567[A ]| 'Twas sealed on earth before 'twas signed in 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 a further, more triumphant coast, <570> 101:01,571[A ]| Designed the leader of a brighter host. 101:01,572[A ]| 'Twas 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 at Nature's noon, 101:01,575[A ]| Yon azure battlements o'erleapt too soon; <575> 101:01,576[A ]| The envious Fates snatched our rich hopes away 101:01,577[A ]| Ere 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 on a cedar's top, lord of the grove, <580> 101:01,581[A ]| O'er 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 dust the martyred relics lie, 101:01,585[A ]| All her whole nest of unfledged eaglets die. <585> 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 his consecrated name, 101:01,589[A ]| His exequies as boundless as his fame. 101:01,590[A ]| Nor was this grief alone to his friends confined, <590> 101:01,591[A ]| For he deserved so well from all mankind 101:01,592[A ]| That even his foes, spite of themselves, are just, 101:01,593[A ]| And dedicate a sigh to Ossory's dust, 101:01,594[A ]| Whilst chronicles must his sad fate record, 101:01,595[A ]| Pitied by Envy, and by Fear deplored. <595> 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 loud an I" P`an sung 101:01,599[A ]| Till to their Mahomet their echoes rung. 101:01,600[A ]| Our Christian hero's death such transport darts, <600> 101:01,601[A ]| Up from his amorous paradise he starts, 101:01,602[A ]| Leaving, to 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, <605> 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 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, <610> 101:01,611[A ]| And though by 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 <615> 101:01,616[A ]| So fierce as his: his dreams to battles turned, 101:01,617[A ]| Sieges and storms, a scene of death so 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 ]| 'Twas but a copy of the old Giants' War; <620> 101:01,621[A ]| In antique forms he wild battalions drew, 101:01,622[A ]| Raised hills on hills, Pelion on Ossa threw. 101:01,623[A ]| Vast were the ideas of his mounting soul, 101:01,624[A ]| 'Twas glory all, war all, ambition whole; 101:01,625[A ]| And when the extravagant hero soared too high, <625> 101:01,626[A ]| It was but some aspiring thought let fly 101:01,627[A ]| That sallied out to take eternity; 101:01,628[A ]| Only his storms did more auspicious prove 101:01,629[A ]| To assail the skies he had all friends above; 101:01,630[A ]| Beyond their faint original he flew, <630> 101:01,631[A ]| For he scaled Heaven like them, but won it too. 101:01,632[A ]| Here couldst thou, Muse, to 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, 'twas the earthquakes of his loosening frame. <635> 101:01,636[A ]| Fancy he in a fiery chariot rode 101:01,637[A ]| And shook the crystalline on which he trod; 101:01,638[A ]| For 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: <640> 101:01,641[A ]| Useless a coronation robe was given, 101:01,642[A ]| Majestic he set out, arrayed for Heaven; 101:01,643[A ]| Few were the drops to 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, <645> 101:01,646[A ]| But long the shouts their well-tuned joys create; 101:01,647[A ]| Their glittering guest in a full choir they greet, 101:01,648[A ]| Who brings that light, which others die to 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 <650> 101:01,651[A ]| That meaner homage which poor mortals owe, 101:01,652[A ]| Paid by thy humbler worshippers below. 101:01,653[A ]| When ages shall, in 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, <655> 101:01,656[A ]| Till the expired world's last ashes mix with thine, 101:01,657[A ]| Fame to all nations shall thy worth unfold 101:01,658[A ]| In Heaven's prophetic eloquence of old; 101:01,659[A ]| Her wondrous tongue, for wondrous truths designed, 101:01,660[A ]| Speaks in all languages to all mankind. <660> 101:01,661[A ]| Yet stay, great saint, loud as thy deeds e'er rung, 101:01,662[A ]| In whate'er soil thy planted laurels sprung, 101:01,663[A ]| There was a region where thy praise ne'er flew, 101:01,664[A ]| And that forbidden air thy fame yet never drew. 101:01,665[A ]| For from thee they were banished, from thy ear, <665> 101:01,666[A ]| In all their flights durst never reach that sphere. 101:01,667[A ]| Thy actions kept a solemn jubilee, 101:01,668[A ]| By all men heard, by 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? <670> 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 above the clouds mounts his immortal name; <675> 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 still <680> 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 divine, 101:01,684[A ]| Till all great minds by thy reflection shine; 101:01,685[A ]| Their pious griefs to emulation turn, <685> 101:01,686[A ]| Till their warm pity up to envy burn. 101:01,687[A ]| So may this sun of honour set in state, 101:01,688[A ]| Gilding the sable clouds that mourn his fate; 101:01,689[A ]| May his example thus such patriots breed 101:01,690[A ]| That shall to all his high renown succeed; <690> 101:01,691[A ]| And, as his courage is too large a guest 101:01,692[A ]| To make a transmigration to one breast, 101:01,693[A ]| Like the old Greeks when Alexander died, 101:01,694[A ]| Share his great heart, his world of fame divide.