To my Lord Lansdowne, upon the
bombarding and burning the Town
of Granville in Normandy.
bombarding and burning the Town
of Granville in Normandy.
THO' built by Gods, consum'd by hostile Flame
Troy bury'd lyes, yet lives the Trojan Name,
And so shall thine, tho' with these Walls were lost
All the Records thy Ancestors cou'd boast.
For Latium conquer'd, and for Turnus slain,
Æneas lives, tho' not one Stone remain
Where he arose: Nor art thou less renown'd
For thy loud Triumphs on Hungarian Ground.
Those Arms which for nine Centuries had brav'd[1]
The Wrath of Time, on antick Stone engrav'd,
Now torn by Mortars, stand yet undefac'd
On nobler Trophies by thy Valour rais'd:
Safe on thy[2] Eagles Wings they soar, above
The Rage of War, or Thunder to remove,
Born by the Bird of Cæsar, and of Jove.
- ↑ The Arms of his Family, at that time still remaining on one of the Gates of the Town.
- ↑ Created a Count of the Roman Empire, with Privilage to quarter his Arms on the Imperial Spread Eagle, in acknowledgment of his Bravery at the Relief of Vienna, and several other Occasions in the War of Hungary, where his Lordship serv'd a Volunteer.