The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase. John Gay

Читать онлайн книгу.

The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase - John Gay


Скачать книгу
bard lies hid in years to come,

       That shall in William's godlike acts engage,

       And with his battles warm a future age.

       Hibernian fields shall here thy conquests show,

       And Boyne be sung when it has ceased to flow;

       Here Gallic labours shall advance thy fame,

       And here Seneffe[3] shall wear another name.

       _50

       Our late posterity, with secret dread,

       Shall view thy battles, and with pleasure read

       How, in the bloody field, too near advanced,

       The guiltless bullet on thy shoulder glanced.

       The race of Nassaus was by Heaven design'd

       To curb the proud oppressors of mankind,

       To bind the tyrants of the earth with laws,

       And fight in every injured nation's cause,

       The world's great patriots; they for justice call,

       And, as they favour, kingdoms rise or fall.

       _60

       Our British youth, unused to rough alarms,

       Careless of fame, and negligent of arms,

       Had long forgot to meditate the foe,

       And heard unwarmed the martial trumpet blow;

       But now, inspired by thee, with fresh delight

       Their swords they brandish, and require the fight,

       Renew their ancient conquests on the main,

       And act their fathers' triumphs o'er again;

       Fired, when they hear how Agincourt was strow'd

       With Gallic corps and Cressi swam in blood,

       _70

       With eager warmth they fight, ambitious all

       Who first shall storm the breach, or mount the wall.

       In vain the thronging enemy by force

       Would clear the ramparts, and repel their course;

       They break through all, for William leads the way,

       Where fires rage most, and loudest engines play.

       Namur's late terrors and destruction show

       What William, warmed with just revenge, can do:

       Where once a thousand turrets raised on high

       Their gilded spires, and glittered in the sky,

       _80

       An undistinguished heap of dust is found,

       And all the pile lies smoking on the ground,

       His toils, for no ignoble ends design'd,

       Promote the common welfare of mankind;

       No wild ambition moves, but Europe's fears,

       The cries of orphans, and the widow's tears;

       Oppressed religion gives the first alarms,

       And injured justice sets him in his arms;

       His conquests freedom to the world afford,

       And nations bless the labours of his sword.

       _90

       Thus when the forming Muse would copy forth

       A perfect pattern of heroic worth,

       She sets a man triumphant in the field,

       O'er giants cloven down, and monsters kill'd,

       Reeking in blood, and smeared with dust and sweat,

       Whilst angry gods conspire to make him great.

       Thy navy rides on seas before unpress'd,

       And strikes a terror through the haughty East;

       Algiers and Tunis from their sultry shore

       With horror hear the British engines roar;

       _100

       Fain from the neighbouring dangers would they run,

       And wish themselves still nearer to the sun.

       The Gallic ships are in their ports confined,

       Denied the common use of sea and wind,

       Nor dare again the British strength engage;

       Still they remember that destructive rage

       Which lately made their trembling host retire,

       Stunned with the noise, and wrapt in smoke and fire;

       The waves with wide unnumbered wrecks were strow'd,

       And planks, and arms, and men, promiscuous flow'd.

       _110

       Spain's numerous fleet, that perished on our coast,

       Could scarce a longer line of battle boast,

       The winds could hardly drive them to their fate,

       And all the ocean laboured with the weight.

       Where'er the waves in restless errors roll,

       The sea lies open now to either pole:

       Now may we safely use the northern gales,

       And in the Polar Circle spread our sails;

       Or deep in southern climes, secure from wars,

       New lands explore, and sail by other stars;

       _120

       Fetch uncontrolled each labour of the sun,

       And make the product of the world our own.

       At length, proud prince, ambitious Louis, cease

       To plague mankind, and trouble Europe's peace;

       Think on the structures which thy pride has razed,

       On towns unpeopled, and on fields laid waste;

       Think on the heaps of corps and streams of blood,

       On every guilty plain, and purple flood,

       Thy arms have made, and cease an impious war,

       Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care.

       _130

       Or if no milder thought can calm thy mind,

       Behold the great avenger of mankind,

       See mighty Nassau through the battle ride,

       And see thy subjects gasping by his side:

       Fain would the pious prince refuse the alarm,

       Fain would he check the fury of his arm;

       But when thy cruelties his thoughts engage,

       The hero kindles with becoming rage,

       Then countries stolen, and captives unrestored,

       Give strength to every blow, and edge his sword.

       _140

       Behold with what resistless force he falls

       On towns besieged, and thunders at thy walls!

       Ask Villeroy, for Villeroy beheld

       The town surrendered, and the treaty seal'd,

       With what amazing strength the forts were won,

       Whilst the whole power of France stood looking on.

       But stop not here: behold where Berkley stands,

       And executes his injured king's commands!

       Around thy coast his bursting bombs he pours

       On flaming citadels and falling towers;

       _150

       With hissing streams of fire the air they streak,

       And hurl destruction


Скачать книгу