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me leave to speak a word or two concerning the poem, and I have done. This poem, Sir, if we consider the moral, the newness of the subject, the variety of images, and the exactness of the fimilitudes that compose it, must be allowed a piece that was never equalled by the moderns or ancients. The subject of the poem is myself, a subject never yet handled by any poets. How fit to be handed by all, we may learn by those few divine commendatory verses written by the admirable Monsieur le Bog. Yet since I am the subjed, and the poet too, I har fay no more of it, left I should seem vain-glorious. ' As for the moral, I have takes particular care that it should lie incognito, not like the ancients, who let


knos at first sight they design something by their verses. But here you may look a good while, and perhaps, after all, find that the poet has no aim or design, which muť needs be a diverting surprize to the reader. What shall I say of the fimiles, tha: are so full of geography, that you must get a Welshman to understand them that so raise our ideas of the things they are applied to that are so extraordinary quais and well chosen that there's nothing like them? So that I think I may, without vanity, say, Avia Pieridum peragro loca, &c. Yet, however excellent this poem i, in the reading of it you will find a vast difference between some parts and others; which proceeds not from your humble servant's negligence, but diet. This poem was begup when he had little victuals, and no money, and was finished when he had the misfortune at a virtuous lady's house to meet with both. But I hope, in time, Sir, when hunger and poverty shall once more be my companions, to make amends for the defaults of this poem, by an efay on Minced Pies, which shall be devoted to you with all submission, by,


Your most obliged,

And humble servant,







-Sing, heavenly Muse! Disastrous acts forebode ; in his right hand " Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme,” Long scrolls of paper folemnly he waves, A Milling, breecbes, and chimeras dire.

With characters and figures dire inscribid,
APP Y the man, who, void of cares and strife, Such plagues from righteous men!) Behind him stalks

Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods, avert
In filken or in leathern purse retains

Another monster, not unlike himself,
A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain
New oysters cry'd, nor fighs for chearful ale ;

Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call's
But with his friends, when nightly mists arise,

A Catchpole, whofe polluted hands the gods

With force incredible, and magic charms,
To Juniper's Magpye, or Town-hall * repairs :

First have endued : if he his ampie palma
Wherc, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye
Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames,

Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay
Cloe, or Phillis, he each circting glass

Of debtor, Itrait his body, to the touch Witheth her health, and joy, and equal love.

Obsequious (as whilona knights were wont) Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale,

To fome inchanted castle is convey'd,

Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.
But I, whom griping penury surrounds,

In durance Itrict detain him, till, in form
And hunger, fure attendant upon want,

Of money, Pallas sets the captive free. With scanty offals, and small acid tiff

Beware, ye debtors ! when ye walk, beware, (Wretched repaft!) my meagre corpse sustain: Be circumspect; oft with insidious ken Then solitary walk, or doze at home

The caitiff eyes your steps aloof, and oft In garret vile, and with a warming puff

Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave, Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black

Prompt to inchant fome inadvertent wretch As winter chimney, or well-polith'd jet,

With his unballow'd touch. So (poets fing) Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent :

Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter fize,

An everlasting foe, with watchful eye Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree,

Lies nightly brooding o’er a chinky gap, Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, kings

Protending her felt claws, to thoughtless mice Full famous in romantic tale) when he

Sure ruin. So her disembowel'd web O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff,

Arachne, in a hall or kitchen, spreads Upon a cargo of timid Ceftrian cheese,

Obvious to vagrant flies: the secret stands
High over-shadowing rides, with a design

Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
To vend his wares, or at th’ Arvonian mart, Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Dr Maridunum, or the ancient town

Inextricable, nor will aught avail
Yclep'd Erechinia, or where Vaga's stream

Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ; Encircles Ariconium, fruitful foil !

The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, Whence Aow nectareous wines, that well may vie And butterfly proud of expanded wings With Maffic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

Distinct with gold, intangled in her snares,

Useless resistance make: with eager strides, Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow,

She towering Aies to her expected spoils; With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun,

Then, with envenom'd jaws, the vital blood Horrible monster! hated by gods and men,

Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her caye
To my aërial citadel ascends,

Their bulky carcases triumphant drags.
With'vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know

So pass my days. But, when nocturnal shades The voice ill-boding, and the folemn sound.

This world envelop, and th' inclement air What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd, Persuades men to repel benumbing frosts Confounded, to the dark recess I fly

With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood; Of wood-hole; ftrait my briftling hairs erect Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light Ihrough sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews

Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) Of loving friend, delights; distreís d, forlorn, My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;

Amidst the horrors of the tedious night, So horrible he seems! His faded brow

Darkling I figh, and feed with difmal thoughts Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints, Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades,

Or desperate lady near a purling Atream,
Two noted ale houses in Oxford, 1700. Os lover pendent on a willow free.


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Her boideft vows, exceeded what thy focs

By chains connext, and with destructive sweep Could fear or fancy; they, in multitude

Behead whole troops at once; the hairy scalps Superior, fed their thoughts with prospect vain Are whirl'd aloof, while numerous trunks beftrew Of victory and rapine, reckoning what

Th’ensanguin'd field: with latent mischief stor’d From ranfon'd captives would accrue. Thus one Showers of granadoes rain, by sudden burst Jovial his mate bespoke: O friend, observe

Disploding murderous bowels, fragments of feel, How gay with all th' accoutrements of war

And stones, and glass, and nitrous grain adust;
The Britons come, with gold well fraught, they come A thousand ways at once the thiver'd orbs
Thus far our prey, and tempt us to subdue

Fly diverse, working torment, and foul rout
Their recreant force; how will their bodies stript With deadly bruile, and gathes furrow'd decp.
Enrich the victors, while the vultures fate

Of pain impaticnt, the high-prancing iteeds Their maws with full repait!--Another, warm’d Disdain the curb, and, flinging to and fro, With high ambition, and conceit of prowess

Spurn their dismounted riders; they expire Inherent, arrogantly thus presum'd:

indignant, by unhostile wounds destroy d. What if this sword, full ofien drench'd in blood Of base antagonists, with griding edge

Thus through each army death in various shapes Should now cleave theer the execrable head

Prevail'd; here mangled limbs, here brains and gore Of Churchill, met in arms ! or if this hand,

Lie clotted ; lifeless fome : with anguish these Soon as his army disarray'd 'gins swerve,

Gnathing, and loud lɔments invoking aid, Should stay him flying, with retentive gripe,

Unpity'd, and unheard ; the louder din

of Confounded and appal'd! no trivial price

guns, and trumpets' clang, and solemn round Should set him free, nor small ihould be my praise

Of drums, o'ercome their groans. In equal scale To lead him shackled, and expos’d to scorn

Long hung the fight; few marks of fear were seen, Of gathering crowds, the Britons' boasted chief.

None of retreat. As when two adverse winds,

Sublim'd from dewy vapours, in mid-íky Thus they, in sportive mood, their empty taunts

Engage with horrid shock, the ruffled brine And menaces expreft; nor could their prince

Rours stormy, they together dash the clouds, In arms, vain Tallard, from opprobrious speech Levying their equal force with utmost rage; Refrain: Why halt ye thus, ye Britons ? Why

Long undecided lasts the airy ftrife : Decline the war? Shall a mosals forbid

So they incens'd; till Churchill, viewing where Your eafy march ? Advance; we 'll bridge a way The violence of Tallard most prevailid, Safe of access. Imprudent, thus t'invite

Came to oppose his Naughtering arm; with speed A furious lion to his folds! That boast

Precipitant he role, urging his wiy He ill abides; casiv’d, in other plight

O'er hills of gasping heroes, and fall’n steeds He soon revisits Britany, that once

Rolling in death : destruction, grim with blood, Resplendent came, with stretcht retinue girt, Attends his furious course. Him thus enrag'd, And pompous pageantry; O hapless fate,

Descrying from afar, fome engineer,
If any arm, but Churchill's had prevail'd!

Dextrous to guide th' unerring charge, design'd
No need such boasts, or exprobrations false By one nice shot to terminate the war.
Of cowardice; the military mound

With aim direct the levell'd bullet few,
The British files transcend, in evil hour

But miss'd her scope (for Destiny withstood For their proud foes, that fondly brav'd their fate, Th' approaching wound) and guiltless plough'd her way And now on either side the trumpets blew,

Bencath his courser; round his facred head Signal of onset, resolution form

The glowing balls play inrocent, while he Inspiring, and pernicious love of war.

With dire impetuous sway deals fatal blows The adverse fronts in rueful conflict meet,

Amongst the scatter'd Cauls.

But (! beware, Collecting all their might; for on th' event

Great warrior! nor, too podigal of life, Decisive of this bloody day depends

Expose the British Cafety: hath not Jove The fate of kingdoms: with less vehemence Already warn'd thee to withdraw? Reserve The great competitors for Rome engag’d,

Thyself for other palms. Ev'n now thy aid Cæfar, and Pompey, on Pharsalian plains,

Eugene, with regiments unequal prest, Where stern Bellona, with one final stroke,

Awaits; this day of all his honors gain'd Adjudgd the empire of his globe to one.

Despoils him, if thy fuccour npportune Here the Bavarian duke his brigades leads,

Defends not the sad hour: permit not thou Gallant in arms, and gaudy to behold,

So brave a leader with the vulgar herd
Bold champion! brandishing his Noric blade,

To bite the ground unnoted.–Swift, and fierce
Eest-temper'd steel, successlers prov'd in field! As wintery storm, he flies, to reinforce
Next Tallard, with his Celtic infantry

The yielding wing; in Gallic biood again Presumptuous comes; here Churchill, not so prompt He dews his reeking sword, and strews the ground To vaunt as fight, his hardy cohorts joins

With headless ranks (fo Ajax interpos'd
With Eugenc's Cerman force. Now trom each His sevenfold Thield, and screen'di Laertes' son,
The brazen instruments of death discharge

For v lour much, and warlike wiles, renown'd, Horrific Aunes, and turbid streaming clouds

When the insulting Toujins uigd bim fore Of smoke sulphureous; intermixt wi'h these

With'iled spears): unm.inly dread invades Large globous irons Ay, of dreadful hiss,

The French aftony'd ; ftrait their useless arms Singeing the air, and from long distance bring They quit, and in ignoble flight confide, Surprizing 1laughter; on each side they fly

Unseemly yelling; distant hills, return Vol. II. 6 [1]


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