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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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Ames, Richard, d. 1693.
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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 XXI 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 Suspicious 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 this 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 Lord Russel
Britannia Victrix OR THE TRIUMPHS OF THE ROYAL NAVY In the late Victorious Ingagement with the FRENCH FLEET MAY 1692. A Pindarick POEM Domitosque Herculea manu Telluris Juvenes unde Periculum Fulgens contremuit Domus Saturnis Veteri Hor. lib 2. Ode 12. LONDON Printed for R. Taylor near Stationers-Hall 1692. Britannia Victrix I. FOrbear a while my dearest Friend forbear With more glad Tidings to regale my ear Least crouding Tales of new Success Which to my Thoughts so fast their Welcome press Should even the Pleasure of the Mind destroy And my Soul sink beneath the mighty Joy Gently and by degrees relate The Gallick-Fleet's Inglorious Fate But let not from thy Lab'ring Tongue So very quick the welcome Accents Throng Tho sweet are all the Tidings of thy Breath I would not be with Roses prest to Death Some Gall in all our Pleasures Fate Distills And Joy wound up too high too often Kills So when Diagoras of Old Whose three brave Sons had won immortal Fame By Prizes in th' Olympick Game Was by themselves of their good Fortune told When they their Garlands humbly laid Upon their Aged Father's Head With such excess of Joy his Blood was Fir'd That in their Arms the Good Old Man Expir'd II. But yet if ever an excess of Joy Might be allow'd to be no Crime It must be surely at this time A Victory so bravely won And with such Vigour carried on That Neptune did in a full Councel own Since he the Oceans Government had known He never saw such manly Courage shown As did the English when they Fought And wonder'd by what Magick Spell Which on the Hearts of Frenchmen fell They should in such confusion run And would have Sail'd as quick as Wind and Thought For scarcely was th' Ingagement o're But his Blew Tritans from the Shore Took up the Wrecks from tatter'd Ships did fall Which they in memory of the Day Of the auspicious Conqu'ring MAY Hung up as Trophies in their Masters watr'y Hall III. Auspicious Month indeed from whence we may Of our new Happiness the Aera Date Since all the Storms which did of late So threaten us are now blown quite away See a most pleasing Scene appears Of Rolling Smiling Peaceful Years When free from War and its Alarms Each shall his Property Possess Under the shade of Welcome Peace Fearless of Forreign and Domestick Harms For when as Poets feign Adromeda Chain'd to a Rock stood still expos'd To each Sea-Monster's hungry Jaws So but of late Fair Albion lay Till Victory like Perseus came To Rescue the Afflicted Dame Chas'd the grim Tyrants of the Sea In narrow Creeks to be inclos'd And to the Brittish Ocean gave new Laws IV. Poets in this as well as Painters share That what they would attempt to do they dare But what kind Muse will now my Breast Inspire With Waller's Rapture or with Denham's Fire Those Noble Bards did in immortal Verse Some late Sea Fights so movingly Rehearse Each line with such new Spirit did they write Readers in fancy might behold the Fight As plain as if with Tellescopes they stood On shore and each minutest Action view'd Of warm Ingagements on the Purple Flood Come then my Muse and furl thy Fancy's Sail And on the streams of Helicon Launch out with a successful Gale But ah if in the bold Attempt As who from chance can be exempt Thou shouldst in spite of thy Endeavours fail 'T will yet of thee as once of Phaeton Be said altho he was undone In guiding Chariot of the Sun Yet for the bare attempt some praise he Won V. Behold with mighty Pleasure Muse behold Those floating Castles of the Sea Impregnable to Guns and Gold Observe the Royal Navy how she Glides And Cuts the Silver Froth of yeilding Tides In proud Procession how they go To meet the Lurking and Absconding Foe For several Leagues they spread their Canvas Wings A goodly sight which mighty pleasure brings With more Majestick Pride they Sail Than the Venetian Fleet by Bucentoro Led When with her mighty Duke she goes In pomp the Adriatick Sea to Wed See how they Tide it with a merry Gale While from each Deck is heard the Voice Of the loud Trumpets Martial noise A sound which Cowards can inspire And in the coldest Breast strike sparks of Fire Hark how the Tritons on the Rocks which dwell With pleasure hear the Warlike sign And each one winds his Concave shell To make the Harmony still more Divine VI. On Quarter Deck the Post of Honour stands The Hero who the Ship Commands With manly Terror on his Brow To his Ships Crew he seems to show That Danger is a word he does not know Nor come the Sailors far behind Tho moving in a lower Sphere Each has a Brave and Noble Mind And scorns to name or think of Fear If one on Board they thought there was Who hid a Coward in his Breast Quite Over-board they 'd throw the Ass Least he should prove Infectious to the rest With long Delays they all impatient grow And only wish to meet the skulking Foe VII A Sail a Sail I have a Fleet in ken From Top mast Head is heard a welcome sound Which Ecchos all the Navy round And with new Souls inspires the Men Each to his Post in Order Runs As chearfully to tend the Guns As Shepherd e're at dawn of Day did creep O're Verdant Lawns to tend his gentle Sheep The Line of Battle Form'd each ready stands To wait his Admirals Commands When he shall Fire and when to Vere and Turn When to break through and resolutely Burn And tho a wild Confusion seems to Reign On a Ships Deck when Battles near Yet one may plainly see that ev'ry Man As little of Disorder knows as Fear With spreading Sails they see the threatning Foe Approach which they as gladly meet As e're did Bridegroom on his Wedding Night Th' Embraces of the Blushing Fair And wish to feel the first Provoking Blow VIII And now begins the warm Dispute Throwing from sides of Oaken Walls Their Death Denouncing Iron Balls Each other Mortally Salute See how the shot their Sails and Riging tears While Splinters thick as Hail More Mischief do than Cannon-Ball Now a Broad side a Ships Deck almost Clears For Bullets no Distinction know Between an Admiral and a Common Tar But both promiscuously Bow When it comes whisting through the Air Down to the shades the Dead in clusters go While on the Deck the Wounded lye And in good earnest wish to Dye Since Life is grown a Burthen now Now Fate and Death their publick Revels keep And leave the Land a while to Frolick in the Deep IX The Goddess Victory at Distance stood And saw the Contest on the Purple Flood Now Purple grown indeed with human Blood At last with mighty haste her Course she bore And with her Silver Wings our Navy shaddow'd o're Whilst all the Fleet with Joy the Omen View'd And for her Welcome loud