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Britannia victrix, or, The Triumphs of the Royal Navy in the late victorious ingagement with the French fleet May, 1692 a pindarick poem.
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Gallick Fleet to overturn To Admiral Rook he Order gives In Cape le Hogue their Ships to burn Who the Commission joyfully Receives And boldly Ventures on the Enterprize Six over night in flames expire And Morrows Dawn six more observes on fire Whilst English do with pleasure see This Sea Burnt-Offering made to Victory A Grateful Morning and an Evenings Sacrifice But still to make the Vict'ry more compleat With their own Guns the Enemy we beat From their Mud Plat-forms now by Fates Decree Successess grown both by the Land and Sea Tell me who can my labouring Muse Ashby's and Shovel's Praise refuse Rais'd by a Prince who best their Merits knew Who found them always brave and always true To Honour's Temple we may truly say Desert now only leads the way And not as heretofore When Interest Bribes and blind unthinking chance Did thousands more then Worth advance And th' greatest share in Court Preferments bore Cautious in Council they prepare For all the worst events in War But when the wish'd for Minute does invite And the loud Cannon calls to fight Fearless of Danger on their Decks they stood Ready to Sacrifiee their Blood For the best Cause and their dear Countrys good XXII Who without Sorrow and a kind Regret Can think of Daring Carter's Fate Or when he hears how valiant Hastings dy'd Refuse the Tribute of a Tear Fate ev'n in Death would not their loves divide Who to each other were in Life so dear The Verdant Lawrels heretofore Which they upon their Temples wore Now since their Deaths appear more fresh and green And their brave actions which before The World in Whispers only car'd to Name Is now become the welcome Talk of Fame Who to the World their Daring Acts will tell While Sighs and Tears ring out their Funeral Knell XXII Nor must the Common Seamen want their Praise Who more than common Bravery show'd And by undaunted Courage did express The Love which their Countries cause they ow'd For one and all they firmly stood Each free from Cowardise or Fear To Random Shots expos'd his Bosom bare Like Wall of Brass and not of Flesh and Blood And tho' the boysterous Seas Their proper Element for fighting is Yet when near Coast of Normandy they drew And had the Army then in view Impatient of Delays they all implore To try their fortune on the shoar For flush'd with late success they did not doubt To give the Enemy a total rout But their Commander wisely check'd their Rage Not suff'ring them so rashly to ingage Tho' late Defeats did more Defeats presage XXIV Heark in loud Consort how the Trumpets joyn A grateful sound to hear Which does to ev'ry listning Ear The welcome News of Vict'ry bear News truly Charming and Divine Which may with Songs supply the Mighty Nine Whilst Fame with strong and active Lungs Borrows a Thousand Thousand Tongues On Albions happy shores to tell How a French Fleet esteem'd invincible To Brittish Rage a Grateful Victim fell XXV Hail Welcome News with treble welcome Hail No little Infant e're was seen The Milk from Breast more greedily to suck in Than we with pleasure catch thy wond'rous tale Suspence that torture of the Mind Long had our Thoughts in doubts dark Cave confin'd Yet hope the gay Fore-runner of Success With gladsom smiles would often bless Our Anxious Souls until at last We did the Luscious Banquet taste Who the exalted pleasure can express When Tidings of a Victory Confirm'd by all convincing certainty From dark Suspicions did our Souls Release The Joys bless'd Souls unbodied feel Tho' far above our pow'r to tell Yet we in part their Mighty Transports guess By lively Mirth which still controuls And keeps her Revels in our Souls So great that words cannot its Love express XXVI The thinking States-man when the News he hears How e're his Thought may be employ'd In projects for his Countries good Now lays aside the weight of publick cares And with a Mind unbent prepares To share the common Joy since now In Mirth to Revel Stoicks would allow The Plodding Man of Business too Smooths up the wrinckles of his Brow Puts on a chearful look and seems to say His Mind shall now keep Holy-day The Rustick leaves his weary Plough And on a Lovely Verdant Green Are Tytirus and Phillis seen Dancing with other Nymphs and Swains Forgetting all their Amorous pains They trip it o're the Lawns frisk upon the Plains All Men from high to low degree Are fill'd with Mirth and Jollity And Albion enjoys an Universal Jubilee XXVII Amidst the Publick Triumphs yet appear Some Angry Looks and Clouded Brows Faces which Melancholy wear And who the wond'rous Riddle knows That Discontent should have a Seat So near where all the Sons of Joy are met Wonder no more but pity rather This envious Crooking Murmuring Brood With Hopes uneertain as the Weather Foes to their own and to the Publick good But let the Brave and Loyal Heart Insensible of Envy's smart For Mighty Joy allow a mighty Scope And still for more and more Successes hope XXVIII But must the mighty Joy be known To Albion's happy Land alone No No Industrious Fame takes care To spread the Tidings far and near Which does as diff'rent Intrest guides Their Souls with different Passions fill And first with winged speed she glides To great Nassaw the News to tell Whom Heav'n indulgently does bless In all his actions with a wisht Success The welcome News he soon Communicates To 's Princely Allies and Confederates Who knowing that the Fortune of their Arms Depend upon the Fate of his Bless the kind Omen which alarms With Pannick fear th' Insulting Foe Who with a strange Amazement hear Their ill Success in Naval War Dreading by Land another Fatal Blow XXIX Go on Great Prince till thy great Actions swell So very high that even Fame Shall think 't a Talk almost impossible To after Ages half thy Acts to tell But ah what spot of Earth is there Upon this lower Globes Terrestrial Sphere Which has not heard thy Glorious Name Thou hast a Thousand Actions done Which will for ever make thee known Whilst Princes who by diff'rent arts have try'd To purchase Lasting Fame have been deny'd And as inglorious liv'd ingloriously have dy'd XXX But whilst abroad he seeks Renown by Arms Can we at home forget Maria's Charms Who while her Royal Consort shares The long Fatigue of Forreign Wars Employs her most Industrious Cares For Albion's safety too too happy Isle While on thy Banks such Constelations smile But oh how bright will be the Sphere When after all the longer fatigues Of War and Stratagems close Intrigues WILLIAM and MARY shall thro' Europe be Esteem'd the Arbiters of Peace and Liberty FINIS
Roar And tho but just before The French with brav'ry kept the Watry Feild Since them does wisht Success forsake Their Cannons now as faint as Eccho's speak Their Petards Languish their Guns are weak And all Dispirited prepare to Run or Yeild X. But whither whither O ye rigid Stars For safety shall the Gallick Fleet retire To disappoint 'em since the Winds conspire Homewards their Course they cannot steer And no kind Hospitable Harbour's near No Turkish Bay nor Creek of Algerine Can on the Brittish Seas be seen Their Brethren of the Turbant would In their Distress have helpt them if they could But ah no Turkish Port their Navy can secure The Dardanells are far from Cape Barfleur XI Barfleur a Word vvhich after ages shall To mind vvith grateful Memory recal And lessen much the Fam'd Report Of Bullogne Seige Poicteurs and Argencourt Places where bravely our Forefathers Fought And home their Conquering Lawrels brought By much Barfleur their Glory does out-vy Where we obtain'd a greater Victory Those Battles formerly we won Perhaps might shake the Gallick Throne But the Convulsion soon was o're This has done infinitely more For novv Determin'd is the Fate of France Its Ruin fixt its Doom is Seal'd Which has for Ages been conceal'd And all its hopes of Universal Monarchy Now Languish in a dull Expiring Trance XII Their hasty Flight my Muse does novv Descry Like Parthians shooting vvhile they run Casting a fearful look behind Whilst every loud Discharging Gun Does only bruise the Air and crush the Wind Like trembling Hares upon a plain they fly Double Redouble and all Courses try A vvretched Life to save They foam vvith Anger and vvith fury Rave They foam with Anger and with Fury rave In haste they run and we in haste pursue Cutting with nimble Keels the Silver Wave And tho they swift as Lightning flew Our Fleet as fast could Sail since Winds and Waves conspire To further ours and frustrate their Desire XIII Too weak alass are all Attempts of Verse Great RUSSELL's Glory to rehearse Nor can the nicest Studied Praise Sufficient Trophies to his Vertue Raise A Work deserving Eame and Bays RVSSELL a Name which after times shall Bless When they in Chronicles shall Read His mighty Actions and his great Success And what against the Gallick Fleet he did Born to revenge his Noble Kinsman's Blood Lord Russell Who to French Councils fell a Sacrifice But he has bravely sluc'd a flood Of purple Gore for ev'ry precious Drop of his XIV Tho the Illustrious House of Bedford claims A share of Glory with the first Of all the English Nobles Names And can as many Trophies show Upon her Antient Arms and Crest As any Warlike Hero's who were Born Their Name and Country to adorn Yet Envy must it self allow Tho dazling Beams of Light her Orb does fill That by the Admiral of the Name Darling of Victory and Fame She shines with greater brighter Lustre still And sure it is a happiness Which few great Families does bless But theirs to whom the mighty Luck does fall To have produc'd a Martyr and an Admiral XV. If Subjects we with Soveraigns may compare Tho' we the mighty Difference must allow With his Victorious Prince does Russell share In all the Hardships and Fatigues of War If Heavenly Bodies as the Learned hold Insencibles do move affairs below Who without wonder can behold A Noble General dispence Through a vast Camp his warning Influence Whilest every Warlike Soldiers Limb Seems but to be a part of him Just so at Sea the Sailers one and all Each Morning bless their much Lord Admiral To doubt of wisht Success what Mortal can When too such Heroes do the Cause maintain Nassaw at Land and Russel on the Main XVI Hard Fate of Generals in War Who scarce doe Nature's common Blessings share When our brave Admiral all day In Fire and Smoke maintain'd the fray One would have thought that Balmy Sleep at night Should his tir'd Sences to repose invite But still his Manly Cares deny Rest to his Thoughts or Slumber to his Eye But yet behold to recompence The Burthen of his weary Sence A Night-piece Victory prepares To please his Eyes and gratifie his Ears Three Ships at distance like three Meteors show Drest all in Flames from poop to prow By Gun-Powder's unlucky Blow Whilst the poor Mortals did inhabit there By Destinies too rigid Frown Are doom'd at once to Burn and Drown Thrown up like Rockets in the Air Then down again into the Deep with wild Despair XVII For little Service little Praise is due But if the Thoughts Reverse we view What store of Lawrels will not fall Upon the Brows of conqu'ring Delavall For when by winds and Brittish Fury chas'd To Cape de Wyke the French for shelter got And on that little watry spot Esteem'd themselves secure and danger past Then the Vice Admiral of the Red Came with his Squadron well prepar'd To do whatever Courage dar'd They saw the Skulking Ships in Corners lie As if to move they were afraid And since the Tide admittance does deny To Ships of Burthen they prepar'd With Boats well Man'd and Fire-ships to declare Defiance to the Enemy See see the wish'd desir'd Success Which does their bold endeavour bless Behold the flames from Gallick Decks which rise To Victory a Grateful Sacrifice Whilst Rigid Fate all Succours still denies XVIII Behold the Glory of their Fleet The Royal-Sun now all on flame A most unlook'd for Exit meet While with impatience the gay Gilded Dame Views the Incroachments of the Fire Upon her Gallant rich Attire She does with passion rave with anger weep And as she downward goes Her Hissing Curses throws Then sinks a Hundred Fathom in the deep The Heavenly Sun when he has run his Race About the Globe yet every welcome Night Plunges in Thetis watrey soft embrace Next Morning rising with new Rays of Light But the French Sun once darling of their Eyes Is set and never never more will rise So vain short liv'd and Transitory Are all the Pomps and Shows of humane Glory XIX If he who burnt Diana's Temple stands Recorded in the Book of Fame The bold Attempt of an inglorious Slave That was a Villains Act but this a brave Can be to Heath denyed a Glorious Name Who dar'd to set the Royal Sun on Flame The Conquerant a noble Vessel made From Head to Stern a heap of burning Brands With Fury see the Boats invade The Admirable who although she makes Some faint resistance of the others Fate partakes Fowlis his Ship deserv'd a better Fate The bold may be unfortunate For in the hottest of the Fight When Clouds of Smoak made Artificial Night He slackned not a Joynt nor shrank a Nerve And though denied his wish'd Success Yet to his Praise this Truth we must confess Bravely to dare is bravely to deserve XX. Can nothing scape discerning RUSSELL's Eye Who sure has got a Writ from Destiny The