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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,<br>And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,<br>Abroad when dreaded, and beloved at home,<br>He saw his fame increasing with his years,<br>Horace, great bard, (so fate ordain'd) arose,<br>And, bold as were his countryman in fight,<br>Snatch'd their fair actions from degrading prose,<br>And set their battles in eternal light:<br>High as their trumpets tune his lyre he strung,<br>And with his prince's arms he moralized his song.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When bright Eliza ruled Britannia's state,<br>Widely distributing her high commands,<br>And, boldly wise and fortunately great,<br>Freed the glad nations from tyrannic bands,<br>An equal genius was in Spenser found;<br>To the high theme he match'd his noble lays;<br>He travelled England o'er on fairy ground,<br>In mystic notes to sing his monarch's praise:<br>Reciting wondrous truths in pleasing dreams<br>He deck'd Eliza's head with Gloriana's beams.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, greatest Anna! while thy arms pursue<br>Paths of renown, and climb ascents of fame,<br>Which nor Augustus nor Eliza knew,<br>What poet shall be found to sing thy name?<br>What numbers shall record, what tongue shall say<br>Thy wars on land, thy triumphs on the main?<br>O fairest model of imperial sway! <br>What equal pen shall write thy wondrous reign?<br>Who shall attempts and feats of arms rehearse,<br>Nor yet by story told, nor parallel'd by verse?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Me all too mean for such a task I weet;<br>Yet if the sovereign Lady designs to smile<br>I'll follow Horace with impetuous heat,<br>And clothe the verse in Spenser's native style:<br>By these examples rightly taught to sing, <br>And smit with pleasure of my country's praise, <br>Stretching the plumes of an uncommon wing, <br>High as Olympus I my flight will raise,<br>And latest times shall in my numbers read<br>Anna's immortal fame and Marlborough's hardy deed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As the strong eagle in the silent wood,<br>Mindless of warlike rage and hostile care,<br>Plays round the rocky cliff or crystal flood,<br>Till by Jove's high behests call'd out to war,<br>And charged with thunder of his angry king,<br>His bosom with the vengeful message glows,<br>Upward the noble bird directs his wing,<br>And towering round his master's earth-born foes,<br>Swift he collects his fatal stock of ire,<br>Lifts his fierce talon high, and darts the forked fire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sedate and calm thus victor Marlborough sate,<br>Shaded with laurels, in his native land,<br>Till Anna calls him from his soft retreat,<br>And gives her second thunder to his hand:<br>Then leaving sweet repose and gentle ease,<br>With ardent speed he seeks the distant foe,<br>Marching o'er hills and vales, o'er rocks and seas,<br>He meditates and strikes the wondrous blow.<br>Our thought flies slower than our General's fame; <br>Grasps he the bolt? (we ask) when he has hurl'd the flame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When fierce Bavar on Judoign's spacious plain<br>Did from afar the British chief behold, <br>Betwixt despair, and rage, and hope, and pain,<br>Something within his warring bosom roll'd:<br>He views that favourite of indulgent Fame,<br>Whom whilom he had met on Ister's shore;<br>Too well, alas! the man he knows the same<br>Whose prowess there repell'd the Boyan power,<br>And sent them trembling thro' the frighted lands,<br>Swift as the whirlwind drives Arabia's scatter'd sands.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His former losses he forgets to grieve;<br>Absolves his fate with a kinder ray<br>It now would shine, and only give him leave<br>To balance the account of Blenheim's day.<br>So the fell lion, in the lonely glade,<br>His side still smarting with the hunter's spear,<br>Though deeply wounded, no way yet dismay'd,<br>Roars terrible, and meditates new war,<br>In sullen fury traverses the plain<br>To find the venturous foe, and battle him again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Misguided prince, no longer urge thy fate,<br>Nor tempt the hero to unequal war;<br>Famed in misfortune, and in ruin great,<br>Confess the force of Malbro's stronger star.<br>Those laurel groves (the merits of thy youth)<br>Which thou from Mahomet didst greatly gain,<br>While, bold assertor of resistless truth,<br>Thy sword did godlike Liberty maintain.<br>Must from thy brow their falling honours shed,<br>And their transplanted wreaths must deck a worthier head.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet cease the ways of Providence to blame,<br>And human faults with human grief confess;<br>'Tis thou art changed, while Heaven is still the same;<br>From thy ill counsels date thy ill success:<br>Impartial Justice holds her equal scales,<br>Till stronger virtue does the weight incline;<br>If over thee thy glorious foe prevails,<br>He now defends the cause that once was thine.<br>Righteous the war, the champion shall subdue,<br>For Jove's great handmaid, Power, must Jove's decrees pursue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hark! the dire trumpets sound their shrill alarms!<br>Auverqueque, branch'd from the renown'd Nassaus, <br>Hoary in war, and bent beneath his arms,<br>His glorious sword with dauntless courage draws.<br>When anxious Britain mourn'd her parting lord,<br>And all of William that was mortal died,<br>The faithful hero had received his sword<br>From his expiring master's much-loved side:<br>Oft from its fatal ire has Louis flown,<br>Where'er great William led or Maese and Sambre run.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But brandish'd high, in an ill-omen'd hour<br>To thee, proud Gaul, behold thy justest fear,<br>The master-sword, disposer of thy power:<br>'Tis that which Caesar gave the British peer.<br>He took the gift: Nor ever will I sheath<br>This steel (so Anna's high behests ordain)<br>The General said, unless by glorious death<br>Absolved, till conquest has confirm'd your reign.<br>Returns like these our mistress bids us make,<br>When from a foreign prince a gift her Britons take.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And now fierce Gallia rushes on her foes,<br>Her force augmented by the Boyan bands;<br>So Volga's stream, increased by mountain snows,<br>Rolls with new fury down through Russia's lands.<br>Like two great rocks against the raging tide<br>(If Virtue's force with Nature's we compare)<br>Unmoved the two united chiefs abide,<br>Sustain the impulse, and receive the war:<br>Round their firm sides in vain the tempest beats,<br>And still the foaming wave with lessen'd power retreats.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The rage dispersed, the glorious pair advance, <br>With mingled anger and collected might,<br>To turn the war, and tell aggressing France<br>How Britain's sons and Britain's friends can fight.<br>On conquest fix'd, and covetous of fame,<br>Behold them rushing through the Gallic host;<br>Through standing corn so runs the sudden flame, <br>Or eastern winds along Sicilia's coast.<br>They deal their terrors to the adverse nation:<br>Pale Death attends their arms, and ghastly Desolation.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But while with fiercest ire Bellona glows,<br>And Europe rather hopes than fears her fate,<br>While Britain presses her afflicted foes,<br>What horror damps the strong and quells the great?<br>Whence look the soldier's cheeks dismay'd and pale?<br>Erst ever dreadful, know they now to dread?<br>The hostile troops, I ween, almost prevail,<br>And the pursuers only not recede.<br>Alas! their lessen'd rage proclaims their grief!<br>For anxious, lo! they crowd around their falling chief.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I thank thee, Fate, exclaims the fierce Bavar;<br>Let Boya's trumpet graceful Io's sound;<br>I saw him fall, their thunderbolt of war; -<br>Ever to Vengeance sacred be the ground -<br>Vain wish! short joy! the hero mounts again<br>In greater glory, and with fuller light;<br>The evening star so falls into the main,<br>To rise at morn more prevalently bright.<br>He rises safe, but near, too near his side,<br>A good man's grievous loss, a faithful servant died.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Propitious Mars! the battle is regain'd';<br>The foe with lessen'd wrath disputes the field:<br>The Briton fights, by favoring gods sustain'd;<br>Freedom must live, and lawless power must yield.<br>Vain now the tales which fabling poets tell,<br>That wavering Conquest still desires to rove!<br>In Marlbro's camp the goddess knows to dwell;<br>Long as the hero's life remains her love.<br>Again France flies, again the Duke pursues,<br>And on Ramilia's plains he Blenheim's fame renews.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Great thanks, O Captain, great in arms! receive<br>From thy triumphant country's public voice;<br>Thy country greater thanks can only give<br>To Anne, to her who made those arms her choice.<br>Recording Schellenberg's and Blenheim's toils,<br>We dreaded lest thou should'st those toils repeat:<br>We view'd the palace charged with Gallic spoils,<br>And in those spoils we thought thy praise complete.<br>For never Greek we deem'd, nor Roman knight,<br>In characters like these did e'er his acts indite.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet, mindless still of ease, thy virtue flies<br>A pitch to old and modern times unknown:<br>Those goodly deeds, which we so highly prize,<br>Imperfect seem, great Chief, to thee alone.<br>Those heights, where William's virtue might have staid,<br>And on the subject world look'd safely down,<br>By Marlbro's pass'd, the props and steps were made<br>Sublimer yet to raise his Queen's renown:<br>Still gaining more, still slighting what he gain'd,<br>Nought done the hero deem'd while ought undone remain'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When swift-wing'd Rumour told the mighty Gaul<br>How lessen'd from the field Bavar was fled,<br>He wept the swiftness of the champion's fall,<br>And thus the royal treaty-breaker said:<br>And lives he yet, the great, the lost Bavar,<br>Ruin to Gallia in the name of friend?<br>Tell me how far has Fortune been severe?<br>Has the foe's glory of our grief an end?<br>Remains there, of the fifty thousand lost,<br>To save our threaten'd realm, or guard our shatter'd coast?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To the close rock the frighted raven flies,<br>Soon as the rising eagle cuts the air<br>The shaggy wolf unseen and trembling lies,<br>When the hoarse roar proclaims the lion near:<br>Ill starr'd did we our forts and lines forsake,<br>To dare our British foes to open fight:<br>Our conquest we by stategem should make:<br>'Tis ours by craft and by surprise to gain:<br>'Tis theirs, to meet in arms, and battle in the plain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The ancient father of this hostile brood,<br>Their boasted Brute, undaunted snatch'd his gods<br>From burning Troy, and Xanthus red with blood,<br>And fix'd on silver Thames his dire abodes:<br>And this be Trynovante, he said, the seat<br>By Heaven ordain'd, my sons, your lasting place:<br>Superior here to all the bolts of fate<br>Live, mindful of the author of your race,<br>Whom neither Greece, nor war, nor want, nor flame,<br>Nor great Pelides' arm, nor Juno's rage, could tame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Their Tudors hence, and Stuart's offspring flow:<br>Hence Edward, dreadful with his sable shield,<br>Talbot to Gallia's power eternal foe,<br>And Seymour, famed in council or in field:<br>Hence Nevel, great to settle or dethrone,<br>And Drake, and Ca'ndish, terrors of the sea:<br>Hence Butler's sons, o'er land and ocean known,<br>Herbert's and Churchill's warring progeny:<br>Hence the long roll which Gallia should conceal:<br>For, oh! who, vanquish'd, loves the victor's fame to tell?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Envy'd Britannia, sturdy as the oak,<br>Which on her mountain top she proudly bears,<br>Eludes the axe, and sproutes against the stroke;<br>Strong from her wounds, and greater by her wars.<br>And as those teeth, which Cadmus sow'd in earth,<br>Produced new youth, and furnish'd fresh supplies;<br>So with young vigour, and succeeding birth,<br>Her losses more than recompensed arise;<br>And every age she with a race is crown'd,<br>For letters more polite, in battles more renown'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Obstinate power, whom nothing can repel;<br>Not the fierce Saxon, nor the cruel Dane,<br>Nor deep impression of the Norman steel,<br>Nor Europe's force amass'd by envious Spain.<br>Nor France on universal sway intent,<br>Oft breaking leagues, and oft renewing wars;<br>Nor (frequent bane of weaken'd government)<br>Their own intestine feuds and mutual jars;<br>Those feuds and jars, in which I trusted more,<br>Than in my troops, and fleets, and all the Gallic power.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To fruitful Rheims, or fair Lutetia's gate,<br>What tidings shall the messenger convey? <br>Shall the loud herald our success relate,<br>Or mitred priest appoint the solemn day?<br>Alas! my praises they no more must sing;<br>They to my statue now must bow no more;<br>Broken, repulsed is their immortal king:<br>Fall'n, fall'n for ever, is the Gallic power.- <br>The woman chief is master of the war:<br>Earth she has freed by arms, and vanquish'd Heaven by prayer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While thus the ruin'd foe's despair commends<br>Thy council and thy deed, victorious queen,<br>What shall thy subjects say, and what thy friends;<br>How shall thy triumphs in our joy be seen?<br>Oh! deign to let the eldest of the nine<br>Recite Britannia great and Gallia free;<br>Oh! with her sister Sculpture let her join<br>To raise, great Anne, the monument to thee;<br>To thee, of all our good the sacred spring;<br>To thee, our dearest dread; to thee, our softer king.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let Europe, saved, the column high erect,<br>Than Trojan's higher, or than Antonine's,<br>Where sembling art may carve the fair effect <br>And full achievement of thy great designs,<br>In a calm heaven and a serener air <br>Sublime the queen shall on the summit stand,<br>From danger far, as far removed from fear,<br>And pointing down to earth her dread command.<br>All winds, all storms, that threaten human wo<br>Shall sink beneath her feet, and spread their rage below.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There fleets shall strive, by winds and waters tost,<br>Till the young Austrian on Iberia's strand,<br>Great as AEneas on the Latian coast<br>Shall fix his foot: And this, be this the land,<br>Great Jove, where I for ever will remain, <br>(The empire's other hope shall say) and here<br>Vanquish'd, intomb'd I'll lie, or crown'd I'll reign -<br>O Virtue, to thy British Mother dear!<br>Like the famed Trojan suffer and abide:<br>For Anne is thine, I ween, as Venus was his guide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There, in eternal characters engraved,<br>Vigo, and Gibraltar, and Barcelone,<br>Their force destroy'd, their privileges saved,<br>Shall Anna's terrors and her mercies own:<br>Spain, from the usurper Bourbon's arms retrieved,<br>Shall with new life and grateful joy appear,<br>Numbering the wonders which that youth achieved<br>Whom Anna clad in arms and sent to war,<br>Whom Anna sent to claim Iberia's throne, <br>And made him more than king in calling him her son.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There Isther, pleased by Blenheim's glorious field,<br>Rolling, shall bid his eastern waves declare<br>Germania saved by Britain's ample shield,<br>And bleeding Gaul afflicted by her spear;<br>Shall bid them mention Marlbro', on that shore<br>Leading his islanders renown'd in arms,<br>Through climes where never British chief before<br>Or pitch'd his camp, or sounded his alarms; <br>Shall bid them bless the queen, who made his streams<br>Glorious as those of Boyne, and safe as those of Thames.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Brabantia, clad with fields, and crown'd with towers,<br>With decent joy shall her deliverer meet,<br>Shall own thy arms, great queen, and bless thy powers,<br>Laying the keys beneath thy subject's feet.<br>Flandria, by plenty made the home of war,<br>Shall weep her crime, and bow to Charles restored,<br>With double vows shall bless thy happy care<br>In having drawn and having sheathed the sword,<br>From these their sister provinces shall know<br>How Anne supports a friend, and how forgives a foe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bright swords, and crested helms, and pointed spears,<br>In artful piles around the work shall lie;<br>And shields indented deep in ancient wars,<br>Blazon'd with signs of Gallic heraldry;<br>And standards with distinguish'd honours bright,<br>Marks of high power and national command,<br>Which Valois' sons, and Bourbon's bore in fight,<br>Or gave to Foix', or Montmorancy's hand;<br>Great spoils, which Gallia must to Britain yield,<br>From Cressy's battle saved to grace Ramilia's field.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And, as fine art the spaces may dispose,<br>The knowing thought and curious eye shall see<br>Thy emblem, gracious queen, the British rose,<br>Type of sweet rule and gentle majesty:<br>The northern thistle, whom no hostile hand<br>Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween;<br>Hibernia's harp, device of her command,<br>And parent of her mirth shall there be seen:<br>Thy vanquish'd lilies, France, decay'd and torn,<br>Shall with disorder'd pomp the lasting work adorn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Beneath, great queen, oh! very far beneath,<br>Next to the ground and on the humble base,<br>To save herself from darkness and from death,<br>That muse desires the last, the lowest place;<br>Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling string,<br>For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land,<br>Who durst of war and martial fury sing;<br>And when thy will, and when thy subject's hand, <br>Had quell'd those wars, and bid that fury cease,<br>Hangs up her grateful harp to conquest, and to peace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>

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