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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29982	Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, The late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir George Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other poets of this age.	Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1696 (1696)	Wing B5318; ESTC R29910	38,792	192

like our Shadows as soon as the Sun withdraws I have met with too many Misfortunes and too few Friends to have Sedateness and Freedom of Mind enough to write as I cou'd wish without the Golden Bough there 's no Being Led thro' the Cumaean Cave To hear th'impatient Maid divinely rave Yet notwithstanding this I have presumed to insert some of my own Verses in this Miscellany whose Fate I shall not be over-sollicitous for hoping I may hereafter be able to produce something my Enemies will not so easily condemn I shall leave the whole Sir without any farther Apology to your Candor and good Humour who can not only distinguish betwixt the Manners of the Authors you read and their Wit but also allow the Merit of the Performance where you and all honest Men must condemn the Subject 't is to this Candor and Generous Temper of yours Sir that with the Book I commit my self who am SIR Your Humble Servant CHARLES GILDON Advertisement TO THE READER AMongst my other Misfortunes I have lately met with an Adventure which for the time I confess troubl'd me more than any thing that ever befel me A dull Impertinent Abuse of several of those Gentlemen I had publicly declar'd my self an admirer of being thrust into the Epistle Dedicatory of the second Volume of the Ladies Letters Some were pleas'd very unjustly to lay it at my Door I 'm too sensible of my own defects to be so Mortify'd at the despicable Opinion those Gentlemen had of my sense who believ'd it but I confess I was sensibly touch'd with the Scandalous Iudgment they made of my Morals which I do without Arrogance pretend to be as Orthodox as any Mans how Heterodox soever my other Opinions may be thought by some I speak this so publicly to satisfie those whose Friendship I value and whose Merit I have ever allow'd and cannot be brib'd by the justest Resentment to deny or lessen I wish the Opiniated Author of the Epistle would be as just in the owning his Brat as he was unjust in its Production POEMS ON Several Occasions ON His Majesty's Conquests IN IRELAND Made immediately after the Victory at Sea 1692. HOW great a Transport is a brave Man in When echoing Trumpets bid the Fight begin With Joy the list'ning Warrier hears them sound And rears himself all ravish'd from the Ground He grasps his Sword and lifts his pond'rous Shield And big with Joy flies to the fatal Field The God of War his heated Breast inspires And his glad Soul swells to receive the Fires Already he descrys the distant Plain Already seems to view the horrid Scene Hear clashing Spears and Groans of dying Men. Such was our Monarchs transport at the Boyne There Nassau all the Work was Heaven's and thine Thy self the foremost like the leading God Thy Soldiers gladly follow'd thro' the Flood Bending the Waves beneath them with their Tread They rais'd a Tempest tho' the Winds were laid Each Army like a well-appointed Fleet Cut thro' the rapid Streams and mid way met Whilst from both Shores the thund'ring Ordnance speaks In louder Sounds than those of Brazen Beaks All Elements Fire Water Earth and Air Joyn in the fight and mingle in the War Clouds of black Smoak the face of Heav'n obscure The Earth is shook and the dash'd Waters roar Hundreds are swallowed up the furious Tide With a strong Current rowls away the Dead Already they have shot the Gulph of Death And need no Wastage over Lakes beneath Fate stretch'd himself and both the Banks bestride Fixing a deadly foot on either side Whilst underneath his Arch the River flow'd Whose Waters rose up to him swell'd with Blood By thousand differing ways a thousand fall See Death in all its forms and dire in all The Stately Youth that stood erect but now Struck by the mortal Dart are levelled low Whole Heads and Arms are lopt the shivering Spear Strikes its sharp Splinters thro' the wounded Air All instruments of Death the Fates employ Whom the Swords spare the Waters do destroy From dying Chiefs the River gains a Fame But Sconberg gives it an immortal Name Bred up in Camps inur'd to horrid Wars Loaden with Fame and Honour as with Years Brave as he liv'd the good old General fell And his great Master did revenge him well O! had thy mighty shade been by t' have seen What Troops of Ghosts he sent to wait on thine Thy thankful Genius would his steps attend The best of Masters and the bravest Friend To him thy Art of Conquering would bequeath VVho fought to make thee famous in thy Death For whilst the Waters of the Boyne shall flow Succeeding Ages shall remember you Soldiers and Chiefs without distinction drop Only the King stood as Immortal ●p Around thy Head a thousand Deaths did fly Spent in the Air the boldest destiny Durst only touch thee in its passage by Thy stronger Genius did the stroke decline Fate had the power of ev'ry Life but thine Heroes on either side rush dauntless on The day is vanish'd e're the Battle 's done Groans of faln Soldiers mount up to the Skies Compassionate Eccho's answer to their Cries Whole Heav'ns concern'd as 't were it self in fight And diseased Nature sickens at the sight Nought stops the merc'less Victor in his course Strongly he urges on th' Impetuous Horse And bears down all with a resistless force So swiftly does he drive the flying Steed That Victory can scarce keep equal speed Heaven looks with pity on the mighty Dead And griev'd to see so many thousands bleed Spreads the thick Veil of Night to keep them hid The Sun went down with an unwonted red Bloody he lookt as if himself had bled He seem'd to fall in the same famous Stream Our Nassau fought and seem'd to fall by him Those very waters where the God lay Drown'd Our greater Heroe past and went beyond The Heavens withdraw their Lustre and their Fires And ●●y it self the last of all expires Night Horror and Confusion fill the Plain Darkness and Death shut in the gloomy Scene Winds waft the dreadfull Tidings round their Coast Aloud they tell them how their Isle is lost Bid them take Wings and fly in haste away The Conqerour comes on as Swift as they Fierce and Resistless through the Land he past His Fame and he seem'd to make equal hast At his approach th' affrighted Realm is shook The chiefest Cities yield without a Stroke To the proud Walls of Limrick Siege he lays Which nought but Winter had the power to raise The gathering Clouds do warn him to be gone And timely shew the Tempe●st drawing on His Orders for a brave Retreat are given The Pious Heroe only yields to Heaven So Tyre stopt Alexander's eager haste Withstood him for a while tho' won at last Now he returns from the half vanquished Isle And seeks in Foreign Camps for nobler Toyl He leaves his Army to his General 's Care And shews the ways they must pursue