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An ode on the death of William, Duke of Gloucester by W.B. of St. John's, Oxon.
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W. B. (William Browne)
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Wing B5187; ESTC R4794
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Wall was set As if they only did the Infidels Defeat F … with Resentment and a Sence Of Virtue wrong'd by Insolence As if a Share in Conquest he Disdain'd Only by his Valour gain'd He tore the Sawcy Standard thence And Trampled it beneath his Royal Feet X. Next my Muse of Edward Sing Who from Edward's Branch did Spring Edward the Son and Parent of a King But sure his Conquering Arms will break the Muses string Descriptions force is useless here Where I shou'd Court the Readers Ear With Sound of Horrent Arms and all the Glorious din of War I see his lucid Armour shine I see his Helmet from afar I fee his glittering Spear I see whole Showers of Forked Arrows fly Like Light'ning through the Spissive Air I see the Coward Slaves dissolv'd with Fear Fly like Hunted timorous Deâ—â— I see the Field with Slaughter cover'd ore And all the fertile Ground distain'd with humane Gore While the Glad Father at a distant View Sees the Martial Prince pursure Swift as the Wind the Conquer'd Foe Nor does he wish to share his Victory But when the Gallant Youth return'd All gay with Blood and Wounds Adorn'd He hugg'd him in his Arms and own'd him for his Son Had Godlike Glou'ster liv'd to ride By Victorious William's side He a greater Wonder far Nephew to the God of War Had far great Wonders done XI The great Fifth Harry next appears The Terror of the Gallick shore I see him wondrous Acts perform surpassing Youthful Years He sits upon the Throne And wears the Imperial Crown While the poor Tributary King Bows to superiour Power And Owns him Conqueror Had Gloust'er liv'd and durst they break The Peace that they were forc'd to make Rais'd by a small Advantage dare Provoke us to unequal War Great William should his Fleet and Armies bring A second Glorious Conquest Gain And Glou'ster his Vicegerent Reign Nor shou'd the Kingdom ere be Titular again XII To the Sixth Edward next my Muse encline For tho' his Life was short 't was all Divine A Reformation he began And scarce a Boy his Vertues writ him Man Pious and Young he did remove Like Glou'ster to the Realms above Too like alas was his too Early Fate Nor must we Great Eliza's Worth forget Her Vertues once did Undiminish'd shine And tho' she wore a Female Dress And had a Beautious Female Face Her vast Heroick Soul was Masculine But lo Maria rears her Sacred Head And drowns like Blushing Noon her paler Dawn Her Brightness is Obscur'd and Fled And all her ' Splendor gone As Stars that Disappear before the Sun Here wou'd my Drooping Genius raise And Dwell eternally on Great Maria's Praise But why do I a Task pursue Which tho' it Please will Wound us too For while a Just Account I give What Benefits we did from her receive It will her sad lamented Death renew And that if possible Augment our present Woo XIII Here I 'm reminded of great William's Name Tho' mention'd Last the First in Fame How shall I stop the Muses Horse Resolv'd to run his Furious Course He Champs the Foaming Bit and here disdains The Riders Feeble Hands and breaks the slender Reins Bending his winged Course around the Fland'rian Plains How shall I justly write the Hero's Praise His Virtues Rhetorick cannot Raise Nor Defamation make 'em Less And tho' no strong Poetick Ardour shines Fair Truth shall grace the Coming Lines XIV Who that can draw a Sword or hold a Shield Will e'er forget the Fight of Landens Bloody Field To this great Action let us join The mighty Wonders at the Boyn Horatius gain'd a vast Esteem A Never-dying Fame He plung'd in Tyber's rapid Stream To avoid a Conquering Foe How then can we bestow On Great Nassau his Praises due Who waded thro' the Boyn the Conquer'd to pursue How shall we Celebrate his Name WHo kept his Neighbouring Foes in Awe And gave Proud France a Law And forc'd their King resign the Forts he did unjustly claim Tho' his bright Arms strike Horror from afar Tho' he 's the Thunderbolt of War Yet can he make Confusion hear his Voice And dreadful Uproars cease So well he Understands the Arts of Peace By him we all Rejoyce By him with Plenty Blest In Undisturb'd and Quiet Slumbers Rest XV. He Came Accepted Empire here When it was hardly worth his Care When the whole Nation felt the Stroke Of Arbitary Power And bent their Servile Necks beneath the Roman Yoke He Came and set us Free From Superstitious Fear and Vain Idolatry And from Remorseless Cruelty Nor did he sit Upon his Throne supinely Great Lull'd in the Slothful Arms of Peace But made our Quarrels his And Conquer'd all our Enemies As if His Life was not His Own But born for Us alone Born to preserve the Brittish Laws and wear the Brittish Crown XVI Wert thou of the Trojan Line The Trojan Virtues all were thine Wert thou of the Roman Race Or of the Families of Antient Greece All the Nations thou do'st Grace The Hero's of the Roman State Were but Comparatively Great Since Thou the Great Columbus did'st Explore Bright Tracts of Glory never known before And must be own'd without Dispute O'er all the World for Glory Absolute XVII Oh! Had the God-like Prince we now bemoan Liv'd to Succeed and Wear the Brittish Crown What might we not expect But Fate alas does our vain Wish reject For Nassau's Self who can command Even all our Powers cannot Deaths Power withstand But must resign his Triumph up to His all-Conquering Hand And tho' his Soul can never die Which fill'd with Heavenly Fire In Bliss must Reign among his Kindred of the Sky Yet must his Mortal part Expire And a Third Heroine sit upon the Throne To which by Virtue she has Right and not by Blood alone Goodness and Generous Actions are To her alone Peculiar Not only when with Need oppress'd The wretched Suppliants Cry Their bitter Wants she does supply But they are oft with Unexpected Bounty bless'd The Grateful Muses must her Favours own To them may her Indulgence still be shown The Muses best can make her Vertues known Great Williams Acts and Hers they shall proclaim A long Laborious Toil of Fame And to the utmost Thule shall spread their glorious Name XVIII Here I must beg the Reader to Excuse The Errors of an Injudicious Muse Tho' I cou'd mount the Tow'ring height Of Pindars Steady yet Unequal Flight I now shou'd sink beneath my Sorrows weight Even Ovid who when e'er he strove The strings of the touch'd Heart cou'd move And bend the yielding Soul to Love When Sorrows did his lofty Genius bow His Thoughts were mean and his Expressions low How then can I when Uninspir'd Nor with Poetick Rapture fir'd Who ne'er cou'd the Meanders trace Or intricate Delightful Paths Explore Expect a harsh Censorious Age to please Alas I only strive to shew What all in Gratitude are bound to do And leave it to the mighty Few who trod the Muses pleasant Maze before Let them the Glorious Task pursue A Mausoleum raise A Monument of Everlasting Praise Let Congreve or some greater Genius tell If any Congreve can excell How much Belov'd he Liv'd how much Lamented Fell. FINIS