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Feeding with these the brib'd electors' hopes,
When Britain, looking with a just disdain
And now some months, encamping on the main,
Others may use the ocean as their road,
Meanwhile the Spaniards in America,
Arriv'd, they soon begin that tragic play, And with their smoky cannons banish day: Night, horror, slaughter, with confusion meets, And in their sable arms embrace the fleets. Through yielding planks the angry bullets fly, And, of one wound, hundreds together die: Born under different stars one fate they have, The ship their coffin, and the sea their grave!
Bold were the men which on the ocean first Spread their new sails, when shipwreck was the
worst : More danger now from man alone we find Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind. They that had sail'd from near the’ Antarctic Pole, Their treasure safe, and all their vessels whole, In sight of their dear country ruin'd be, Without the guilt of either rock or sea! What they would spare our fiercer art destroys, Surpassing storms in terror and in noise. Once Jove from Ida did both hosts survey, And, when he pleas’d to thunder, part the fray; Here Heav'n in vain that kind retreat should sound; The louder cannon had the thunder drown'd. Some we made prize; while others, burnt and
rent, With their rich lading to the bottom went: Down sinks at once (so Fortune with us sports!) The pay of armies, and the pride of courts. Vain man! whose rage buries as low that store As avarice had digg'd for it before : What earth, in her dark bowels, could not keep From greedy bands, lies safer in the deep, Where Thetis kindly does from mortals hide Those seeds of luxury, debate, and pride.
And now into her lap the richest prize Fell, with the noblest of our enemies : The Marquis', (glad to see the fire destroy Wealth that prevailing foes were to enjoy) Out from his flaming ship his children sent, To perish in a milder element; Then laid him by his burning lady's side, And, since he could not save her, with her died. Spices and gums about them melting fry, And, phenix-like, in that rich nest they die : Alive, in flames of equal love they burn’d, And now together are to ashes turn'd; Ashes ! more worth than all their funeral cost, Than the huge treasure which was with them lost. These dying lovers, and their floating sons, Suspend the tight, and silence all our guns : Beauty and youth about to perish, finds Such noble pity in brave English minds, That (the rich spoil forgot, their valour's prize) All labour now to save their enemies. How frail our passions! how soon changed are Our wrath and fury to a friendly care! They that but now for honour and for plate Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate; And, their young foes endeavouring to retrieve, With greater hazard than they fought they dive.
With these returns victorious Montagu, With laurels in his hand, and half Peru. Let the brave generals divide that bough, Our great Protector hath such wreathis enough: His conquering head has no more room for bays: Then let it be as the glad nation prays;
1 Of Bajadoz.
Let the rich ore forthwith be melted down,
DEATH OF THE LORD PROTECTOR.
We must resign! Heav'n his great soul does claim
And, with wise conduct, to his country show'd
Ungrateful then! if we no tears allow
ON ST. JAMES'S PARK,
AS LATELY IMPROVED BY HIS MAJESTY.
Of the first paradise there's nothing found;
Instead of rivers rolling by the side
For future shade, young trees upon the banks