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Fresh praise is try'd till madness fires his mind,

The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind ;

New powers are claim'd, new powers are still bestow'd,

Till rude Resistance lops the spreading god ;

The daring Greeks deride the martial show,

And heap their valleys with the gaudy foe ;

Th' insulted sea with humbler thoughts he gains,

A single skiff to speed his flight remains ;

The incumbered oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast,

Through purple billows and a floating host. The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,

Tries the dread summits of Caesarian power,

With unexpected legions bursts away,

And sees defenceless realms receive his sway;

Short sway! fair Austria spreads her mourn- ful charms,

The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms;

From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze

Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise;

The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar,

With all the sons of ravage, crowd the war ;

The baffled prince, in honour's flattering bloom,

Of hasty greatness finds the fatal doom ;

His foes' derision, and his subjects' blame ;

And steals to death from anguish and from shame.

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