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On the death of the late Lieutenant General Talmach a poem humbly dedicated to her Grace, the Dutchess of Lauderdale / by E. Ward, Gent.
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Ward, Edward, 1667-1731.
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1694
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Wing W747A; ESTC R42801
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ON THE DEATH Of the Late Lieutenant General TALMACH A POEM Humbly Dedicated to her GRACE the Dutchess of Lauderdale By E. Ward Gent. Licensed according to Order LONDON Printed for and Sold by James Blackwel at Bernards-Inn-Gate Holbourn 1694. On the Death of the late Lieutenant General TALMACH AS sturdy Oak its Tow'ring branches shoot Nourish'd by sap drawn from a noble Root May for a time by its defensive Arms Survive the Dangers of destructive Storms Till some chance Thunder from a Cloud shall wound Th' aspiring Plant and rend it to the ground Thus shatter'd mourn'd it lyes with Earth laid even Whose lofty Boughs once play'd 'twixt us and Heaven So fell brave Talmach from a Stock deriv'd Ancient as Laws within whose bounds he liv'd His Ancestors in FAME's Records took place Crown'd with high Honours 'mong the Norman Race Whose Aid in that old memorable War Taught their great PRINCE to be a Conqueror And rais'd him to a Pyramid of Fame By brave Attempts they truly Great became Bentley Bentley in Suffolk their Seat and Talmach then their Name Thus did their Line in streams of Brav'ry run Ending in Glory as their Race begun Great their fore-Fathers great their Warlike Son Whose bold undaunted Soul was ever free To face all Dangers and dare Destiny Thro' clouds of Smoak where sulph'rous Fames arose Lighting the Vanquish'd to their last Repose Through storms of flying Deaths he boldly past Scorning the Balls from Wars loud Engines cast But still press'd on till he had bravely shown What by a Gallant Hero might be done And in each Action hasty to be great Show'd Resolution to be Fortunate When England careless doting on her Ease Wrap'd up in Riches Luxurie and Peace Grew negligent and wanton void of care Proving an Enemy to none but War Which France observ'd grew Insolent and Proud Rais'd up her head who long to us had bow'd Casting on Europe a devouring eye Whilst blinded Albion stood regardless by Till watchful Providence step'd in between Acted her part and chang'd the frightful Scene None then by the Vnited Crowns was thought So fit as Talmach for a brave Exploit To strike at France and dare those threatning Frowns Eclips'd the Glories of her Neighbouring Thrones In order to Effect the great Design Dangerous t' attempt ignoble to decline He hoists up Sail to the French Coast he Steers Urg'd by no Vanity nor held by Fears Mov'd by unbias'd thoughts he cooly weighs The little prospect of a great Success Resolving what Repulse so e're was given To bravely Act with confidence in Heaven Big with encreasing Hope he should prevail He Ploughs the Ocean with a prosp'rous Gale And nimbly to the wish'd for shore he run Where Life was to be lost or Conquest won His soul enliven'd with a generous thought That lasting Glories must be nobly bought Made him resolve when the great Work began To Act like something greater than a Man Now the whole Fleet with swelling Sails were brought Near to that Shore for which the Hero sought His loud mouth'd Agents roar'd out his Command And gave the Signal to prepare for Land Whilst ev'ry Soldier fearless of the Grave Took up a Resolution to be Brave The Active Gen'ral leaping on the Strand First took possession of the promis'd Land Where the sly Foe rush'd from an Ambuscade From hidden Batt'rys roaring Engines play'd Defeating all the projects he had lay'd The restless Sea in Mountains did arise As if affrighted at the dreadful noise Ill boding Clouds in Monstrous shapes appear'd A Storm arose And hollow Winds by trembling Sailors heard Nature unhing'd in all things look'd awry To show the Fate of some great Man was nigh Surprise and Terrour now their hopes o'er-cast Death threatning ev'ry Landed Soldiers last Whilst the brave Talmach still undaunted stood Fearing the loss of Honour more than Blood Till Providence by some neglect gave way For Envy her Mischievous Pranks to play Pressing through Dangers which he scorn'd to fear Met a Destructive Messenger of War Which nobly he receiv'd unmov'd in thought Smil'd at the dreadful Message which he brought And bleeding Fought till Nature Strength deny'd To show that Courage he was forc'd to hide But still alive was born away with Joy As old Anchises through the Flames of Troy Down to his Bark where full of pains he lay Tumbling on Surges of an angry Sea Where gaping Waves impatient of their Prey Seem'd eager to intomb so Rich a Clay Thus through a tossing Tempest was he brought Back from the fatal Sands whereon he Fought To Plimouth where his Soul from Cares withdrew Shook off her Robes of Earth and bid adieu Leaving behind a Memory so great Will bury Monuments and out-live Fate Wisdom in all his Actions was his Guide Patience his Care and Worthiness his Pride No Enterprise in War by him begun Was through neglect e're lost or Rashness won No Prince but his had such a Friend to trust So Truly Valiant Merciful and Just In Conduct Wise in Conversation Grave Generous in Conquest and in Battle Brave In his Command Good Affable and Kind Moral in Acts and of a Noble Mind Loyal to 's Prince and to his Countrey Just True to his Friend and Faithful to his Trust Whose Memorable Deeds shall Deathless be Rise with his Dust and face Eternity FINIS