Correct her manners, and inspire her youth. For, tho' deprav'd and funk, fhe brought thee forth, When Time shall be no more, thy facred duft The End. 205 BRI BRITANNIA, A РОЕМ. A S on the fea-beat fhore Britannia fat, Of her degenerate fons the faded fame, gale, That hoarfe, and hollow, from the bleak furge blew; She tore the laurel and the tore the bay. Nor Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek; 20 10 Even not yon fail, that, from the sky-mixt wave, Dawns on the fight, and wafts the Royal Youth, A freight of future glory to my shore; Even not the flattering view of golden days, And rifing periods yet of bright renown, Beneath the Parents, and their endless line Thro'late revolving time, can footh my rage; While, unchaftis'd, the infulting Spaniard dares Infeft the trading flood, full of vain War Defpife my Navies, and my Merchants feize; As, trufting to falle peace, they fearless roam The world of waters wild, made, by the toil, And liberal blood of glorious ages, mine: Nor burfts my fleeping thunder on their head. Whence this unwonted patience? this weak doubt? 3.0 25 This tame befeeching of rejected peace? To float, unactive, with the veering winds? 35 49 With not one glory sparkling in their eye, 45 One triumph on their tongue. A paffenger, The violated Merchant comes along; That far-fought wealth, for which the noxious gale Hedrew, and fweat beneath Equator funs, By lawless force detain'd; a force that foon 59 Would melt away, and every fpoil refign, Were once the British lyon heard to roar. In their own well-afferted element, Dar Dares rouze to wrath the Masters of the Main? Who told him, that the big incumbent war Would not, ere this, have roll'd his trembling ports In fmoaky ruin? and his guilty ftores, 55 Won by the ravage of a butcher'd world, Yet unatton'd, funk in the (wallowing deep, ба Or led the glittering prize into the Thames? There was a time (Ohlet my languid fons Refume their spirit at the roufing thought!) When all the pride of Spain, in one dread fleet, Swell'd o'er the lab'ring furge; like a whole heaven 65 Of clouds, wide-roll'd before the boundless breeze, Exultant plough'd, reflecting a red gleam, As funk the fun, o'er all the flaming vast; Tall, gorgeous, and elate; drunk with the dream But foon, regardlefs of the cumbrous pomp, 70 75 Refiftless |