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A44430
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White-hall, or, The Court of England a poem / by Mr. Charles Hopkins.
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Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?
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every one now minds himself alone The Cannons roar and flaming Balls fly round Men fall and dye and hardly feel the wound Stones from the ground that nourish'd them are toss'd And all the fashion of the Field is lost Mortars shoot flameing Meteors thrô the Air And such as have not seen them fly would fear The Stars disolv'd and the last Judgment near Death thrô the broken Battle makes a Lane And horrour and confusion fill the Plain Horses in troops without their riders run Wild as were those of old that drew the Sun Madly they drag their reins and champ their Bit And bear down all before them whom they meet Sol's Off-spring's and their Master's fate 's the same All lost like him in Thunder Smoak and Flame As Seamen fear yet struggle with a Storm The Soldiers start at what themselves perform Paint then a fear on every Face and make Ev'n WILLIAM fear but fear for ORMONDE's sake ORMONDE who spur'd amidst the thundring War But to his Soveraign's sorrow spur'd too far Dismounted make him in his falling great Wounded half dying yet despiseing Fate Make WILLIAM view him with excess of grief And strive but strive in vain to send relief Till Heaven inspires his very Foes to save A Life as strangely fortunate as brave Who for that Life may to more praise aspire Than if the day had been their own intire Proud of their Prize more furious than before Make them press on make England's fury more Make shatter'd Squadrons rally on the Plain And make enrag'd Battallions charge again Again make Horses beat the suffering ground And toss with restless Hoofs the dust around Again the Rider couch his ready Lance And spurring them to warmth and foam advance Foam which your Pencil need not owe to chance Make sheets of flame from smoaking Culverins fly And Clouds of mounting smoak obscure the Sky Now paint beneath the dying and the dead And deluges of Blood in Battle shed O'reflowing Flanders in her Waters stead And now let Clouds like Sable Curtains fall Protecting those that live and hideing all Cast the black vail of night above the Slain Covering the purple horrour of the plain And now with solid darkness shut the Scene As thunder makes the Skies serene and clear As Tempests serve to purifie the Air. On Rain as Sun-shine Calms on Storms attend Peace is War 's necessary certain end Description of the Goddess of Peace and Her Palace Pardon the Muse if here she cannot hold The sight of her own Goddess makes her bold She comes o're Fields of standing Corn she walks Not crush'd the tender Ears nor bent the stalks Her march attended with a numerous Train Yet with such Discipline that none complain Grass springs where e're she goes the flow'ry Mead Receives new Flowers where she vouchsafes to tread Her blooming Beauties teeming Earth displays The Lover's Mirtle and the Poet's Bays From every touch of her a perfume flows The lovely Hyacinth the blushing Rose And spreading Jessamin fresh sweets disclose Thick Palaces as she approaches rise And Royal piles amaze beholders eyes Built on a sudden they the sight confound And seem to start as from Enchanted ground None this or that can her apartment call For she promiscuously resides in all At home in every one and all she keeps Silent but splendider than that of sleeps Her spacious Halls with useless Arms are hung With Arrows broken and with Bows unstrung No murmurs thrô her numerous Train are heard She knows no danger and her Court no Guard Secure as shades as Skies unclouded bright As active yet as noiseless as the light No Widows here their Husband's deaths deplore None hears the Drum or thundring Cannons roar Only Love-sighs which serve to lull her more Plenty her best lov'd Favourite duly waits And Pleasure enters at her Palace Gates Roses and Myrtles mingl'd make her bed And heaps of Flowers support her sacred head Inspir'd by her the Muse around her sings And Cupids fan her with expanded wings No grief or anxious cares her peace molest She folds her Arms above her quiet Breast Delightful are her Dreams and soft her rest All at her rise their adoration pay The Persians worship less the springing day Sweet is her temper easie is her mien Not the least frown in all her aspect seen But gracious as our late lamented Queen Nor are her blessings to her Court confin'd But flow thrô Nobles to the Lab'ring kind All they can wish her own Domesticks share Bestowing still yet has she still to spare The grateful Soyl the jocund Peasants Plow And with a certainty of Reaping Sow Not now as heretofore with fears perplex't Tilling these Fields and Armies in the next Now Spring comes on And night and day in equal measures run And mounting Larks salute the morning Sun Then ripening Fruits the load'ned Trees adorn And laughing Fields are Crown'd with lofty Corn. The Summer so accustom'd to alarms Wonders she hears no more the sound of Arms. No Trumpets eccho thrô the spacious Plain Nor Earth-born Brethren by themselves are slain The Sun shines freely thrô the flow'ry Field And suffers no reflection from the Shield Men to the date of Nature draw their breath For nothing now but Sickness causes death Secure the Merchants trade abroad for gain And Sailors unmolested sweep the Main Unrowling waves steal softly to the shore They know their Soveraign and they fear to roar The conscious Winds within their caverns keep Like them the Seas are hush'd and seem asleep And Halcyon peace broods o're the boundless deep How are these Blessings thus dispenc'd and giv'n To us from WILLIAM and to him from Heav'n Delight in blood let other Hero's boâ—st Our ease and safety please our Monarch most For that he fought for that was all his care He places all his Pomp and Glory there Hail peace of all things in confusion hurl'd Hail thou restorer of the Christian World Thou to the World art Heav'ns chief Blessing giv'n And thou hast rendred back the World to Heav'n Thus in old times at our blest Saviour's Birth An universal calm was known on Earth God to his Son did the first Gift assign And let 's the second Miracle be thine How shall we thank thee for thy Royal toyl Thou strength and glory of the British Isle What Trophies shall thy grateful Subjects raise And what ambitious Poets sing thy praise Thy greatness surely is the Stars design Thy hands our noblest Palaces refine On all our Metals all the stamp is thine Draw his Triumphant entry Dauly draw Him and his Allies free And all the rest of the whole world in awe But see all peaceable our Hero comes No sound of Trumpet nor alarm of Drums Long kept from rest by no inglorious Foes He goes to take what he has brought repose His softer Triumph then prepare to grace Prepare a train fit to attend on Peace Choose them from all that breath the British air And like the Goddess whom they wait on fair Make beautious GRAFTON with the first advance Charming at every step with every glance Sweet as her temper paint her heavenly Face Draw her but like you give your piece a grace Blend for her all the Beauties e're you knew For so his Venus fam'd Appelles drew But hold to make her most divinely fair Consult her self you 'l find all Beauty there Whom shall we think on now There 's scarce beside Any that should be seen with her but HIDE HIDE who like her has Beauties without blame HIDE who like her is every Poets Theme HIDE by all eyes admir'd all hearts ador'd Courteous to all kind only to her Lord. HIDE who so many powerful charms commands As will not shame the piece where GRAFTON stands And now to make thy lasting fame renown'd Let all be with Illustrious ORMONDE Crown'd Summ all in her that 's fair and good and great Place her in Beauties and in Vertues Seat Print sweetness in her Eyes at once and aw And make her looks give Languishing and Law O! if my Muse to her wish'd height and climb Sweet as her Subject as her Theme sublime The noble ORMONDE should engross her praise Great ORMONDE's name should sanctifie her layes Her 's and her most Illustrious Hero's Blood Take pleasure still like Heav'n in doing good ORMONDE to whom fair Lots on Earth are giv'n ORMONDE who has her Seat reserv'd in Heav'n Stop here thô others may attract the Eye They will but seem as shades while these are by And now you 've finish'd so renown'd a piece Boast safely challenge either Rome or Greece FINIS