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Mr. Amhurft's POEM 
 
 O N T H E 
 
 Death of his Grace, the 
 
 Duke of Marlborough, 
 
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 THE 
 
 British Genera'l: 
 
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 P O E M, 
 
 Sacred to the M E M o r y of his Grace 
 
 JOHN, 
 
 Duke of Marlborough. 
 
 Infcribed to the Right Honourable 
 
 William, Earl Cadogan, 
 
 . . . ■ , ■ ■ , , , . i ij['m 
 
 By N. Amhurst, 
 
 Qitantos ille virum magnam Mavortis adurbem 
 Campus aget Gemitus I vel qua Tiber ine videbis 
 Funera, cum Tumulum praterlabere recentem. 
 
 Virgil, 
 
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 T O T H E 
 Right HONOURABLE 
 
 WILLIAM, 
 
 Earl C ADO GAN. 
 
 I S D A I N not, mighty Chief, to 
 
 (whom defcend 
 
 The Virtues and the Honours of your 
 
 (Friend, 
 
 To view the Trophy which the Mufes raife \ 
 ToChurchill's Name,in thefe ambitious \ 
 
 (Lays 
 
 
 Nor let the Herald merit all the Fraife, 
 
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DEDICATION, 
 
 To you, my Lord, our other Hope, belong 
 Thefe mournful Numbers and this funeral Song ^ 
 Which to the Patron of Europas Laws 
 A youthful Bard with grateful Sorrow draws ,* 
 For whilft the Story of his Life I trace, 
 And follow him in War, from Place to Place - y 
 Mix d with his Deeds I read thy awful Name, 
 Which run together, parallel in Fame 5 
 In every Camp you bear no vulgar part, 
 And ftiare the weighty Counfels of his Heart j 
 In every Battle with your Chief combine, 
 In every Siege you ftretch the ambient Line, 
 And ftorm the Breach or fpring the fecret Mine v 
 
 Beneath 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
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 Beneath his Eye, with inborn Glory fir'd> 
 The love of Arms and Conqueft you acquir'd; 
 Warm in your Breaft his geri'rous Ardours roll'd, 
 Alike by Toils and Dangers uncontroU'd : 
 From him you copied all the Leader's Art> 
 The fame cool Head and bold, intrepid Hearty 
 Referv'd in Council, eager in the Field, 
 Andfixd, by his Example, not to yield 
 
 While thefe illuftrious Annals I review> 
 And find Co great a Part perform'd by You $ 
 For Churchill's Lofs I feel a lighter Woe> 
 And half my flatting Tears forbid to flow> 
 
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DEDICATION. 
 
 For ftill, my Lord, to loyal Britijh Hearts 
 No common Toy and Tranfport it imparts- 
 Still to the Foe no common Pain it gives, 
 That a new Marlbro' in Cadogan lives; 
 
 the 
 
THE 
 
 British General, 
 
 POEM. 
 
 HUR CHIL L is dead ! and in that 
 
 (Word is loft 
 
 The braveft Leader of the braved Hoft $ 
 
 A veteran Chief, that in the bloody Field 
 
 For forty rolling Years untaught to yields 
 
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Through half the fever 'd Globe obtained Renown, 
 
 And with its brighteft Gems adorn'd the Britijh 
 
 (Crown. 
 
 Beyond what antient Heroes could atchieve, 
 Beyond what future Ages will believe, 
 His Anions rife, by fome diviner Grace 
 DiftinguiflVd from the Deeds of human Race; 
 Unnumbered and unrival'd o'er his Foes 
 Are the great Conquefts, which his Life compofe $ 
 Such vaft Exploits contribute to his Fame, 
 So many Lawrels fhade his deathlefs Name, 
 He looks like Mars, invincible in Fight, 
 And fhines, unfullied with a fingle Flight. 
 
 Heavn feem'd his matchlefs Glory to regard, 
 Which rais'd for fuch a Chief an equal Bard 5 
 
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 In Ad d is o n reviv'd the Mantuan ftrain, 
 To fing the Triumphs of but one Campaign ; 
 Whilft in that Verfe, which with the <^/Eneid vies, 
 The routed Gaul before his Standard flies 5 
 Whilft Prior triumphs o'er his Rival-Mufe, 
 And in immortal Verfe the Foe fubduess 
 Whilft Philips in Miltonian Phrafe recites 
 The fame unequal'd Toils and glorious Fights; 
 From the fam'd Chiefs of Athens and of Rome 
 Marlbro' fhall bear the Palm in times to come 5 
 Achilles, Ammon and the Julian Star, 
 With all thofe antient Thunderbolts of War, 
 To B l e n h p 1 m's Victor (hall refign their Claims^ 
 And condefcend to pafs for vulgar Names. 
 
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 In wild Ambition, in the wafte of Blood, 
 And Ads, injurious to the publick Good, 
 Their Glory lay, to fprcad unjuft Alarms, 
 And ravage peaceful Nations with their Arms 5 
 To bum down Cities, to deftroy and kill, 
 
 And bow the World to their imperious Will 
 
 Thus Cafar rcign'd, in wicked Arts refin'd, 
 Fam'd for the Scourge and Mifchief of Mankind: 
 Thus Alexander in oppreffing Right, 
 In Plunder and in Rapine took delight, 
 Smiled o'er one ruin'd World, with impious Joy, 
 And wept for others, only to deftroy. 
 
 By different Toils, more glorious and fublime, 
 Up the fteep Hill of Fame did Marlbro' climb y 
 
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 In Freedom's Caufe he drew the righteous Blade, 
 And fought to refcue Nations, not invade 5 
 From homebred Tyrants and from foreign Foes 
 To free Mankind and give the World repofe. 
 
 Barbarian States thofe antient Chiefs fubdu'd, 
 Artlefs of Warfare, and in Manners rude 5 
 Nations that in Diforder throng'd the Field, 
 Unskilful to affault and prone to yield ; 
 Of martial Prowefs and of Conduft void, 
 By their own Numbers eafily deftroy'd~ 
 
 Far other Wars our Britijh Heroe wag'd, 
 With Foes, the terror of the World, engaged 5 
 Foes, who the Slights of Battle understood, 
 Long vers'd in Camps and difciplin'd in Bloody 
 
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 A martial People, though a People vain, 
 
 Slaves, that o'er free-born Souls afpir'd to reign — 
 
 Germania trembled when their Hofts drew near, 
 
 And half the weftern World was fciz'd with Fear: / 
 
 Twas then great Marlbro'Iii his Rage, went 
 
 (forth 
 
 To curb thefe proud Oppreflbrs of the Earth $ 
 
 Such were hisQueen'sCommands \ and at the Word, 
 
 Firm by his Side he binds his faithful Sword 5 
 
 Britannia s Sons upon their Leader wait, 
 
 And her ftrong Barks receive the warlike Freight 5 
 
 To Flandria\ Coaft the Winds obedient blow, 
 
 And bear them to the Gaul, their antient Foe; 
 
 Soon as they touch the Strand, their brave Allies 
 
 , Hail them with Shouts, that rend the joyful Skies; 
 
 Onward they move, a firm united Train, 
 
 And by laborious Marches reach the Plain 5 
 
 There: 
 
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 There pitch their Camp, which, dreadful to their 
 
 (Foes, 
 
 In a few Hours a canvas City rofe. 
 
 Then Marlbro' paus'd, and to his fumptuous 
 
 (Tent 
 
 Por the chief Captains of the Nations fent 5 
 
 Awful they took their Seats, in Order plac'd, 
 
 And Auverquerque the great Affembly grae'd. 
 
 To him the Britijh Chief: " O famed in Fight, 
 " Bold to oppofe and punifh lawlefs Might, 
 " Thee, old in War, in early Camps renownd, 
 " I joy to meet on this infulted Ground . 
 " Me Britain's Princcfs, weighing in her Mind 
 " The fatal Scheme fay Europe's Foe dc/ign'd, 
 " Sends widi her choicefl: Sons, a trufty Band, 
 " With you thefe rafh Invaders to withfland, 
 
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 f The Pride of falfe Bavaria to chaftife, 
 
 " And bid the Roman Eagle tow'r her native Skies, 
 
 " Behold! how frefh the goodly Troops appear, 
 
 " In Hardlhip train'd, and panting for the Wat $ 
 
 Their lufly Nerves the Thirft of Glory fires, 
 
 And their own native Liberty infpires 5 
 
 " Their fanguine Cheeks with martial Ardours 
 
 (glow, 
 
 " And their Hearts beat againft the diftant Foe* 
 
 cc Say (for to us belongs the common Care, 
 
 " The Difcipline and Order of the War) 
 
 « Shall Battles, or fhall Sieges firft be fdrm'd ? 
 
 " Shall Hofts be vanquifh'd or fhall Towns be 
 
 (ftorm'd ? 
 
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 c< Shall we provoke thefe Boafters to the Field > 
 
 u Or force the well-arm'd Garrifons to yield? 
 
 " Quick let us give the Word, redeem the Lands, 
 
 " And wreft the Forts from their ufurping Hands 5 
 
 « Teach their proud Hearts to bend, and make them 
 
 (know 
 
 c < What is the Strength of a Confederate Foe. 
 
 Whilft yet he (pake, his comely Features glow'd, 
 And tlie juft Anger of his Bofom fhow'd; 
 The mingled Chieftains liftned to his Voice, 
 And with Applaufe cdnfirm'd Britannia's Choke. 
 
 Now iti the Wind the Rritijh Enfigns play, 
 
 And the ftern Legions march in firm Array 5 
 
 From Gravenbroek they drive the faithlefi Gattls> 
 
 From Venlos threatning Tow'rs and Ruremond's 
 
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 To Stevenfwaert extend their dreadful Courfe, 
 And Liege fubmits to their vi&orious Force, 
 That wealthy City, fortify 'd in vain, 
 Crowns the great Triumphs ofthefirft Campaign.' 
 
 Mean while defponding Boufflers drops his 
 
 (Pride, 
 
 And fears in equal Battle to confide* 
 
 From Camp to Camp he flies the conquering Hoft, 
 
 And mourns the Frontier Towns already loft. 
 
 The wintering Army ceafes from its Toil, 
 And their brave Leader feeks his native Soil ; 
 The Belgian States their kind Deliverer meet, 
 And their own Safety in his Triumphs greet 5 
 
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 From thence to Britain's longing Court he fails, 
 Driv'n to the Coafl^by frefli, aufpicious Gales; 
 Before his Qu een, deliver'd from her Fears, 
 Calm in the midft of Conqueft he appears $ 
 His fmiling Qy een extends her gracious Hand, 
 And with new Titles honours his Command* 
 The Senate his fuccefsful Zeal approve, 
 And recommend him to their Country's Lovej 
 With Joy the People on his Alpefl: gaze, 
 And the whole Nation joins in MARLBRo'sPraife.' 
 
 While thefe Applaufes on the Vi&or wait, 
 Behold! an unexpe&ed Blow of Fate! 
 Heav'n takes his only Son, the lovely Boy, 
 Hsir of his Virtues and his Age's Joy ; 
 
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 Where Cam, the Subjetf: of the Poet's Song, 
 Difperfihg Streams of Science, rolls along, 
 Blooming in Knowledge, and in Learning's Pride, 
 The graceful Youth, by all lamented, dy'd. 
 But noble Minds furmount domeftick Cares, 
 5upj)refs their burfling Sighs and check their Tears, 
 Prefer the publick Joy to private Grief, 
 And in their Country's Welfare find Relief. 
 
 The Spring returns, and to the tented Plain, 
 Calls Britain's great Commander forth again * 
 There he forgets his fliarp, paternal Woe, 
 Loft in his Triumphs o'er the common Foe; 
 For £1111 did Conqucft round his Enfign splay* 
 And Fame ftill follow'd, where he led the Way : 
 
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 Bonn feels his Wrath, inverted with Alarms, 
 And vainly ftrives with the Confederate Arms 5 
 Againft her Walls ere&ed Batteries pour 
 Of Bombs and whittling Balls an Iron fhow'r* 
 Soon was fhe forc'd to yield, her Peace to claim, 
 And add new Luftre to the Britijh Name. 
 
 From Maefirict next he chas'd the crafty Foe; 
 And fav'd the Town from a clandeftine Blow; 
 Far from her Walls the flying Rout he drives, 
 Which dreads the fatal Ground, where he arrives.' 
 
 Still in his Thought new Labours he defigns, 
 To mix in Fight, or force the hoftile Lines * 
 To mix in Fight the skulking Gaul denies, 
 And Belgia fhuns the fecond Enterprizc5 
 
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 Sway'd by her Fears, Himfelf untouched with Fear, 
 He leaves that Glory for another Year : 
 Yet in the fearch of Dangers unconfin'd, 
 And reftiefs in the Caufe of human kind, 
 New Sieges charm 5 and e'er he quits the Field, 
 Limbarg and Huy to his Protection yield. 
 
 Again the Vi&or to Britannia's Shore 
 Returns, more welcome than he was before : 
 Short time of Reft the painful Warrior fhares, 
 Jhat in his Bread the Fate of Europe bears > 
 The Summer points out Labour for his Sword, 
 And Winter calls him to the Council-Board 5 
 When from the Camp a ftiort Recefs he gains* 
 Tis but to form the Plan of new Campaigns. 
 
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 The Belgic Lords of Britain's Queen demand 
 In humble Suit, the Guardian of their Land, 
 New Meafures to concert againft the Foe, 
 And urge his Fate by one decifive Blow : 
 Thither he Tails > the future War to guide, 
 And in the Council of the States prefide. 
 
 Warm, and more warm his aftive Genius glows, 
 In every Scheme more dreadful to his Foes 5 
 In every Battle he excels the paft, 
 In every Siege he towrs above the laft $ 
 And all theTrophies which have crown'd his Name ? 
 Are but the Preludes to his future Fame* 
 
 At length the great, important Year is come, 
 
 Big with Bavaria % Fall and Bourbon's Doom 5 
 
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 From which bright JEn future Times fhall date 
 Auftria's reviving Strength, and Europe^ Fate: 
 To the fam d Heroes of this glorious Year, 
 Succeeding Bards their Patrons fhall compare; 
 And when they (train their Panegyrieks high> 
 With Eugene and with Marlbro' make them vye. 
 
 By toilfome Marches to the T> anubes Shore, 
 Dcftin'd to rufh in Streams of hoflile Gore> 
 Churchill advane'd, and with Eugenio join'd 
 In mutual Counfels, and an equal Mind, 
 Scornful of Danger, haftend to the Fight, 
 Where Schellemberg rofe dreadful to the Sight 5 
 Thro'wcdg'dBattalians, up the ftcepy Mound 
 Planted with Cannons, fcattering Death around $ 
 
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 Thro' fhow'rsof mifliveLead, and clouds of Smoke^ 
 Forcing their Way, the glorious Leaders broke; 
 Compeird the yielding Lines, and o'er the Plain 
 Purfu d the Foe, a difconcerted Train. 
 
 Where fhall we find an Etid of M arlbro's Deeds? 
 Lo! Vi&ory to Vittory fucceeds ! 
 On every Conqueft, greater Gonquefts tife^ 
 And his Fame fpreads, dilating in the SkiesJ 
 
 Blenheim's ennobled Field demands my Lays^ 
 A Field Co pregnant with immortal Praife j 
 So rich with Ldwrels and triumphant Spoils, 
 It lefiens all his former God -like Toils 5 
 Degrades the Glory which his Arms had won, 
 And, till, this Day, amaz'd the rolling Sum 
 
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 Methinks I fee, refulgent from a Far, 
 
 The lowring Fronts advancing to the War $ 
 
 FromRight toLeft they ftretch their lengthen'dLines, 
 
 And big with Death their polifh'd Armour fliinesj 
 
 Aloft in Air the filken Banners fly, 
 
 And the loud Trumpet fpeaks the Battle nigh 5 
 
 From Rank to Rank the bufy Leaders move, 
 
 Firing their Soldiers with their Country's Love : 
 
 The Charge begins, tumultuous Thunders rife, 
 
 Thick Lightnings gleam, and Smoke involves the 
 
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 The fliouts of War, and mingled Groans refound, 
 
 And Heaps of Carnage ftre w the ghaftly Ground. 
 
 Long did the ftruggling Foe difdain to yield 
 
 The golden Prize of this important Field ; 
 
 Well hop'd his Monarch's Lofies to o'er pay 
 
 With the Succcfs of this conclufive Day > 
 
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 The Glory of his Nation to reftore, 
 And vindicate the Battles loft before. 
 
 In vain they truft to the luperiour Ground, 
 With Rivers and Moraffes fene'd around ; 
 In vain do their exulting Hearts confide 
 In Villages well man'd on cither ftdej 
 In vain from Numbers and unequal Might, . 
 Their fvvelling Hearts anticipate the Fight : 
 All thefe Advantages of War are loft, 
 WhenFreedom fires, and Churchill leads theHoft. 
 
 In firm Plattoons the Britijh Cohorts fire, 
 
 And now in Crouds the Gallick, Troops retire; 
 
 Whole Squadrons prefs the Plain, befmear'd with 
 
 (Blood, 
 
 And Squadrons plunge into the rapid Flood; 
 
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 From Churchill fly for Refuge to the Deep, 
 And in the Whirlpools of the ^Danube fleep \ 
 Some on the Vi&or's Clemency rely, 
 And others wildly in Confufion fly, 
 Nor yet efcape; o'er-taken in the Eight, 
 They feel diflioneft Wounds and fliame the Sight* 
 Or, led in captive Chains, draw fervile Breath, 
 And drag a Life, to Soldiers worfe than Death, 
 
 Such, O Tallard! was thy unhappy Fate, 
 Seiz'd, and in Bondage kept, a Slave of State; 
 Howdidfl: thou curfc, in Wrath, thy tinVrousBands^ 
 That tamely left Thee in the Victors Hands: 
 Doom cl by thy Foes in Britain to remain 
 A ftalking Monument of Hochstet's Plain ? 
 
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 Flufh'd with twoConquefts, fo immenfely great, 
 Well might the Viftor from the Field retreat 5 
 Grant a ihort Refpite to his fliatter'd Foes, 
 And o'er his Lawrels for a while repofe 5 
 But warm in Aftion, Churchill's God-like Breaft 
 Demands noPaufes, nor his Eye-lids Reft; 
 Who, after all thefe mighty Battles won, 
 Efteems the great Campaign but juft begun.' 
 
 Through every Scene, 'twere endlefs to purfue, 
 And keep the flying Conquerour in Viewj 
 His Laurels far out-ftrip the Poet's Wing, 
 And flourifh fafter than the Mufe can fing; 
 Unnumber'd Anions of no vulgar Fame, 
 Each worthy to fupport a deathlefs Name; 
 
 Camps,' 
 
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 Camps, Battles, Sieges, Storms, a fhining Roll, 
 That all proclaim his vaft, unwearied Soul 5 
 Too long for Verfe, in the Hiftorian's Page, 
 Shall warm the Readers of a future Age* 
 (That Work, O Steele, from thy fufficient Hands 
 Churchill's illuftrious Progeny demands) 
 Landau fubdu ^Ramillias laurell'd Plain, 
 Lijk 9 Audenard, Blarignia, and Bouchain, 
 Which after Blenheim, to defcribe were vain. 
 
 Ordain'd by Heav'n the' ravag'd World to blefs, 
 For ten long Summers, with unchang'd Succefs; 
 To diftant Lands the Britijh Arms he bore, 
 Where Britain's Glory never reach'd before ; 
 The Maefe,thc Rhine, the Tiamtfa, and the Scheld, 
 Wond ring the Terrors of his Arm beheld 5 
 
 Freed 
 
Freed by his Sword from their ufurping Fees, 
 For his own Lord each happy River flows 5 
 jfuftria's young Monarch views \yith fecret Pride, 
 His lawful Realms fecur'd on every fide; 
 The Boian Rebel, by his Crimes defae'd 
 Sees his fad Country, now a Dcfart wafte : 
 Warm with j ufl: Rage, the German Troops advance, 
 Swift to revenge their Wrongs on haughty France^ 
 Louis begins to fear, opprefs'd with Shame, 
 And fickens at the Sound of Churchill's Name. 
 
 Contending Nations vy'd in his Applaufej 
 And ftyl'd him the Preferver of their Laws * 
 His Merit Kings in Gratitude confeft, 
 And Empcrours his martial Virtues blcftj 
 
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 Ev'n Britain (that odd Nation o? the Earthy 
 Still forward to degrade her native Worth) 
 Charm'd with the firft ftrong Glories of his Fame, 
 Joind in his Praifes and extoll'd his Name ; 
 With publick Honours crown'd his reftlefs Toil, 
 And voted him the Father of her Ifta 
 
 Here might lend! and Britain* Madnefs fpare* 
 When fa&ious Envy took up all her Care! 
 Never did Subjeft with fo warm a Zeal, 
 Deferve fo nobly from the Publick Weal 5 
 Never was Subject, by a grateful Land, 
 Rewarded with fo bountiful an Hand j 
 Yet! — by a People, from their Virtue ftray'd, 
 Jsfever was fuch a Chief fo ill repaid! . 
 
 On 
 
On brazen Columns, and on Coins of Gold; 
 let it in lading Chara&Crs be told, 
 That for her Vi&ot, this rejoycing Ifle 7 
 Near JVbodftocks Grotto, rais'd the ftately Pile; 
 That his juft Qv eeN augmented his Rcfiowii 
 With ancieht Mannors of the Britijh Crown; 
 And that the Senate, anxious for his Fame- 
 By a new Law immortalizd his Name.* 
 But in late Ages may it ne'er be known, 
 
 That Churchill was difgrae'd, from Favour 
 
 (thrown: 
 
 Wa§ callcl aTraytor, made the Rabble's Spoit, 
 
 And driven an! Exile to a foreign Cdiitt - — : 
 
 Be all his Honoris, to temoVe that Blot, 
 
 Remembet'd ! his Indignities forgot f 
 
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 Thro 1 five fucceflive Reigns his Virtues ran, 
 And finifh'd, by degrees, the God-like Man ; 
 Loyal in all, to every Monarch true, 
 Whilfl: to each Monarch Loyalty was due $ 
 But with Oppreflbrs of his native Land 
 Scorned to combine or lend his venal Hands 
 Fir'd, by thefe Motives, with a noble Pride, 
 He fled from James and fought on William's fide^ 
 
 But fee! the fad Proeefllon moves along, 
 
 And from his living Deeds diverts my Song; 
 
 How flow and folemn thro' the crowded Street, 
 
 How truly worthy of a Charge fo great; 
 
 The Hearfe proceeds, with pompous Emblems 
 
 (crownd, 
 
 And Trophies of his Actions blazon'd round : 
 
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 His veteran Troops, Companions of his Wars, 
 
 Grown white in Anns, and mark'd with glorious 
 
 (Scars, 
 
 (Their laft fad March!) upon their Chief attend, 
 
 And to his Tomb in mournful Order bend; 
 
 Each drooping Head the Heart's deep Anguifli fpeaks, 
 
 And the Tears trickle down their manly Cheeks i 
 
 The Drum and Trumpet yield a doleful Sound,, 
 
 And wait upon their Mafter to the Ground. 
 
 But who is that amidft the weeping Train, 
 That ftalks along with infolent Difdain ? 
 Malignant Joy his laughing Eyes difclofe, 
 And interrupt the Scene of publick Woes, 
 Lo! on his Temples, blanch'd with filver Hairs, 
 A faded Crown of Royalty he wears, 
 
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 Inward he feems to grieve for Empire loft ; 
 Alas ! the fame 5 'tis Bourbon's reftlefs Ghoftj 
 Stooping to Earth the wrinkled Form declines, 
 And mutt'ring thus ? at Providence repines. 
 
 " Is, this the Man, the Terrour pf our Hof*, 
 u By whofe fam'd Arm lb many Fields we loft? 
 * Is this the Man, that on inferior Ground, 
 « Vanquifti'd our boafted Lift of Warriours round ? 
 " That fatten'd Flandrias Plains withGalSck Blood , 
 « c And with our Subj eels choak'd t\itT)anube's Flood \ 
 <' Is this the mighty Chief, by Fate defign'd 
 « TheScourge of ryrants andProtedlor of Mankind ? 
 
 u Behold! how calm his Eagle-Eyes appear, 
 u No longer ftriking Hofts with pannick Fear; 
 
 « Now 
 
* Now like his Foes he feems, fubdu'dinWar, 
 " And awes no more than Louis or Bavar. 
 
 5! Oh! that kind Death had clos'd thofe hate4 
 
 (Eyes, 
 
 " Long e'er his Banners wav*d in Flandrian Skies J 
 
 * Or that by Heav n 'twere given me to revive, 
 « And once again the Gallick Monarch live 5 
 
 u Again with Europe to difpute the Day, 
 
 * And wage my Claim to univerfal Sway! . 
 
 * Alas! does Envy thenpurfue the Dead? 
 u O wild Ambition ! whither am I led i 
 
 " Yet were it vain! for ftill this warlike Ifle, 
 
 " Boafts other Leaders, Mordaunt and Argyw 5 
 
 " Still lives the Partner of his ten Campaigns, 
 
 " Still the fame Qenius in Cadogan reigns. 
 
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 " To him does Brunswick truft the great 
 
 (Command^ 
 
 " And puts the Britijh Truncheon in his Hand 5 | 
 
 cc With this, fays he, maintain the World sRepofc, 
 
 u And be another C h u r c h i l to my Foes. 
 
 Stung with thefc Thoughts, the Tyrant -Shade 
 
 (defcends* 
 
 And vents his Rage amongft his Fellow Fiends. 
 
 To thbfe dark Regions and malignant Glooms, 
 Where the Sun's chearful Radiance never comes, 
 Of Churchill's Foes fink all the wicked Rage, 
 And frantlck Zeal of an ungrateful Age 5 
 There deep for ever the degenerate Arts 
 Of bafe reviling Tongues and thanklefs Hearts; 
 
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 The foul Afperfions and the factious Lies, 
 Which the worft Men againft the beftdevifc j 
 Of thofe unhappy Spirits chaind below, 
 Provok'd by endlefs Bitternefs of Woe, 
 Be the poor Task to blacken envy'd Fame, 
 And next toMiCHAEL,gna(h at Ma r l b r o'sName. 
 
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