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Whose boasted Ancestry so high extends,
That in the Pagan Gods his Lineage ends;
Comes from afar, in Gratitude to own
The great Supporter of his Father's Throne.
What Tides of Glory to his Bosom ran,
Clasp'd in th' Embraces of the God-like Man?
How were his Eyes with pleasing Wonder fixt
To see such Fire with so much Sweetness mixt!
Such easie Greatness, such a graceful Port,
So turn'd and finish'd for the Camp or Court!
That in the Pagan Gods his Lineage ends;
Comes from afar, in Gratitude to own
The great Supporter of his Father's Throne.
What Tides of Glory to his Bosom ran,
Clasp'd in th' Embraces of the God-like Man?
How were his Eyes with pleasing Wonder fixt
To see such Fire with so much Sweetness mixt!
Such easie Greatness, such a graceful Port,
So turn'd and finish'd for the Camp or Court!
Achilles thus was form'd with ev'ry Grace,
And Nireus shone but in the second Place:
Thus the great Father of Almighty Rome,
Divinely flusht with an Immortal Bloom,
That Cytherea's fragrant Breath bestow'd,
In all the Charms of his bright Mother glow'd.
And Nireus shone but in the second Place:
Thus the great Father of Almighty Rome,
Divinely flusht with an Immortal Bloom,
That Cytherea's fragrant Breath bestow'd,
In all the Charms of his bright Mother glow'd.
The Royal Youth by MARLBRO's Presence charm'd;
Taught by his Counsels, by his Actions warm'd;
On Landau with redoubl'd Fury falls,
Discharges all his Thunder on its Walls;
O'er Mines and Caves of Death provokes the Fight,
And learns to Conquer in the Heroe's sight.
Taught by his Counsels, by his Actions warm'd;
On Landau with redoubl'd Fury falls,
Discharges all his Thunder on its Walls;
O'er Mines and Caves of Death provokes the Fight,
And learns to Conquer in the Heroe's sight.
The British Chief, for mighty Toils renown'd;
Increas'd in Titles, and with Conquests crown'd;
To Belgian Coasts his tedious March renews,
And the long Windings of the Rhine pursues;
Clearing its Borders from Usurping Foes,
And blest by rescu'd Nations as he goes.
Treves fears no more, freed from its dire Alarms,
And Traerbach feels the Terror of his Arms;
Seated on Rocks, her proud Foundations shake,
While MARLBRO presses to the bold Attack;
Plants all his Batt'ries, bids his Cannon roar,
And shows how Landau might have fall'n before.
Increas'd in Titles, and with Conquests crown'd;
To Belgian Coasts his tedious March renews,
And the long Windings of the Rhine pursues;
Clearing its Borders from Usurping Foes,
And blest by rescu'd Nations as he goes.
Treves fears no more, freed from its dire Alarms,
And Traerbach feels the Terror of his Arms;
Seated on Rocks, her proud Foundations shake,
While MARLBRO presses to the bold Attack;
Plants all his Batt'ries, bids his Cannon roar,
And shows how Landau might have fall'n before.
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