Or as a dyke cut by malicious hands, Thro' the wide yawn, th' impetuous fea, Lavish of his new liberty, Beftrides the vale, and, with tumultuous noise, Bellows along the delug'd plain Pernicious to the rip'ning grain; Far as th' horizon he destroys: The weeping shepherd from an hill bewails the wat'ry reign, So rapid flows the unimprison'd ftream! Would shield the Gaul, a fencelefs guard. In vain arm'd banks, and hofts of foes: The foes with coward-haste retire, Fly fafter then the river flows, And swifter than our fire, Vendofme from far upbraids their fhame, And pleads his royal master's fame. "By Conde's mighty ghoft," he cries, "By Turenne, Luxemburgh, and all "Those noble souls, who fell a facrifice "At "Atd Lens, at Fleurus, and at Landen fight, 86 Stop, I conjure, your ignominious flight." Each frowning threat and foothing pray'r As well he may The billows of the ocean stay; While CHURCHILL like a driving wind, And with redoubled speed urges their forward way. Nor lefs, EUGENIUS, thy important care, Thou fecond thunder-bolt of war! Partner in danger and in fame, The wind, with MARLBOROUGH's, fhall beat When in a ball's deftroying form fhe past, As Near this place the prince of Condè gave the Spaniards a very great overthrow, 1648, As cruel Brennus once, infulting Gaul, Had fill'd the plains with Roman blood, But where the good and brave command, Thro' walls, thro' tow'rs, and gates of brass. "Till SAVOY's warlike prince withstood Her frowning terrors, and thro' feas of blood Tore the bright darling from th' old tyrant's heart. Unhappy, valiant infidel! f Who, vanquish'd by superior strength, Upon the breach measuring his manly length, XI. Such He bore a confiderable fhare in the glory of that day on which Buda was taken. He was Baffau of the city, and loft his life on the breach. XI. Such Harfcam's field beheld him in his bloom, Her favourite, immortal fon, And told of better years revolving on the loom : From Latian Carpi down to Flandrian Lifle. XII. Honour, with open arms, receives at last And This was the fatal battle to the Turks in the year 1687. Prince Eugene, with the regiments of his brigade, was the first that entered the trenches; and for that reafon had the honour to be the first messenger of this happy news to the emperor. This battle was fought on the 10th of October, 1697, where prince Eugene commanded in chief; like which there never happened fo great and fo terrible a deftruction to the Ottoman army, which fell upon the principal commanders more than the common foldiers; for no lefs than fifteen Baffaus (five of which had been Viziers of the bench) were killed, befides the fupreme Vizier. And fome, not sparingly, fhe throws For Hanover's and Pruffia's brows, Of fame, which he in arms fhall get, Shall fafe in stormy feas Britannia's veffel guide. VOL. I. F XIII. |