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Th' increasing sound is borne to either shore, Returnd, he with the fleet resolv'd to stay ;
And for their stakes the throwing nations fear : No tender thoughts of home his heart divide; Their passions double with the cannons' roar, Domestic joys and cares he puts away; lguide.
And with warm wishes each man combats there. For realms are households which the great must
Ply'd thick and close as when the fight begun,
Their huge unwieldy navy wastes away: So sicken waneing Moons too near the Sun,
And blunt their crescents on the edge of day.
As those who unripe veins in mines explore,
On the rich bed again the warm turf lay,
And know it will be gold another day:
And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
Their ships like wasted patrimonies show ; Where the thin scattering trees admit the light,
And shun each other's shadows as they grow.
So looks our monarch on this early fight,
Th'essay and rudiments of great success : Which all-maturing Time must bring to light,
While he like Heaven does each day's labour bless
The warlike prince had sever'd from the rest Heaven ended not the first or second day,
Two giant ships, the pride of all the main ; Yet each was perfect to the work design'd: Which with his one so vigorously he press’d, God and kings work, when they their work survey,
And flew so home they could not rise again. A passive aptness in all subjects find. Already batter'd, by his lee they lay,
In burthen'd vessels first, with speedy care, In vain upon the passing winds they call :
His plenteous stores do season'd timber send : The passing winds through their torn canvass play, Thither the brawny carpenters repair, And flagging sails on heartless sailors fall.
And as the surgeons of maim'd ships attend. Their open'd sides receive a gloomy light,
With cord and canvass, from rich Hamburgh sent, Dreadful as day let into shades below;
His navy's molted wings he imps once more : Without grim Death rides barefac'd in their sight, Tall Norway fir, their masts in battle spent, And urges entering billows as they flow.
And English oak, sprung leaks and planks, restore. When one dire shot, the last they could supply, All hands employ'd the royal work grows warm :
Close by the board the prince's main-mast bore: Like labouring bees on a long summer's day, All three now helpless by each other lie,
Some sound the trumpet for the rest to swarm, And this offends not, and those fear no more. And some on bells of tasted lilies play. So have I seen some fearful hare maintain
With glewy wax some new foundations lay A course, till tir'd before the dog she lay :
Of virgin-combs, which from the roof are hung: Who stretch'd behind her pants upon the plain, Some arm'd within doors upon duty stay, Past power to kill, as she to get away.
Or tend the sick, or educate the young. With his loll'd tongue he faintly licks his prey; So here some pick out bullets from the sides,
His warm breath blows her flix up as she lies; Some drive old oakum through each seam and rift: She, trembling, creeps upon the ground away, Their left hand does the caulking iron guide,
And looks back to him with beseeching eyes. The rattling mallet with the right they lift. The prince unjustly does his stars accuse,
With boiling pitch another near at hand, Which hinder'd him to push his fortune on; From friendly Sweden brought, the seams instops: For what they to his courage did refuse,
Which, well paid o'er, the salt sea waves withstand, By mortal valour never must be done.
And shakes them from the rising beak in drops.
Some the gall’d ropes with dawby marline bind,
Or sear-cloth masts with strong tarpawling coats: To try new shrouds one mounts into the wind,
And one below their case or stiffness notes.
This lucky hour the wise Batavian takes,
And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home : Proud to have so got off with equal stakes,
Where 'twas a triumph not to be o'ercome. The general's force, as kept alive by fight,
Now, not oppos’d, no longer can pursue : Lasting till Heaven had done his courage right;
When he had conquer'd he his weakness knew.
Our careful monarch stands in person by,
His new-cast cannons' firmness to explore : The strength of big-corn’d powder loves to try,
And ball and cartridge sorts for every bore. Each day brings fresh supplies of arms and men,
And ships which all last winter were abroad; And such as fitted since the fight had been,
Or new from stocks, were fall’n into the road.
He casts a frown on the departing foe,
And sighs to see him quit the watery field : His stern fix'd eyes no satisfaction show,
For all the glories which the fight did yield. Though, as when fiends did miracles avow,
He stands confess'd ev'n by the boastful Dutch : He only does his conquest disavow,
And thinks too little what they found too much.
The goodly London in her gallant trim,
The Phenix, daughter of the vanish'd old,
And on her shadow rides in floating gold,
Her flag aloft spread ruffling to the wind,
O truly royal ! who behold the law
To fit the levellid use of human kind.
With roomy decks, her guns of migbty strength, But first the toils of war we must endure, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow And from th' injurious Dutch redeem the seas : laves :
War makes the valiant of his right secure, Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, And gives up fraud to be chastis’d with ease. She seems a sea-wasp flying on the waves.
Already were the Belgians on our coast, This martial present, piously design'd,
Whose fleet more mighty every day became The loyal city give their best-lov'd king : By late success, which they did falsely boast, And with a bounty ample as the wind,
And now by first appearing seem'd to claim. Built, fitted, and maintain'd, to aid him bring.
Designing, subtle, diligent, and close,
Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow: Yet all those arts their vanity did cross,
And by their pride their prudence did betray. Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
Nor staid the English long ; but well supply'd, Some log perhaps upon the waters swam,
Appear as numerous as th' insulting foe : An useless drift, which, rudely cut within, The combat now by courage must be try'd, And hollow'd first, a floating trough became,
And the success the braver nation show. And cross some rivulet passage did begin.
There was the Plymouth squadron now come in, In shipping such as this, the Irish kern,
Which in the Straits last winter was abroad; And untaught Indian on the stream did glide : Which twice on Biscay's working bay had been, Ere sharp-keeld boats to stem the flood did learn, And on the midland sea the French had aw'd. Or fin-like oars did spread from either side.
Old expert Allen, loyal all along, Adid but a sail, and Saturn so appear'd,
Fam'd for his action on the Smyrna fleet : When from lost empire he to exile went, And Holmes, whose name shall live in epic song, And with the golden age to Tyber steer’d,
While music numbers, or while verse has feet. Where coin and commerce first he did invent.
Holmes, the Achates of the general's fight; Rude as their ships was navigation then;
Who first bewitch'd our eyes with Guinea gold : No useful compass or meridian known;
As once old Cato in the Roman sight Coasting, they kept the land within their ken, The tempting fruits of Afric did unfold. And knew no north but when the Pole-star shone.
With him went Sprag, as bountiful as brave, Of all who since have us'd the open sea,
Whom his high courage to command had brought: Then the bold English none more fame have won : Harman, who did the twice-fir'd Harry save, Beyond the year, and out of Heaven's high way, And in his burning ship undaunted fought. They make discoreries where they see no Sun.
Young Hollis on a Musc by Mars begot, But what so long in vain, and yet unknown,
Born, Cæsar like, to write and act great deeds : By poor mankind's benighted wit is sought, Impatient to revenge his fatal shot, Sall in this age to Britain first be shown,
His right hand doubly to his left succeeds. And hence be to admiring nations taught.
Thousands were there in darker fame that dwell, The ebbs of tides and their mysterious flow,
Whose deeds some nobler poem shall adorn : We, as Art's elements, shall understand, And though to me unknown, they sure fouglit well, Ani as by line upon the ocean go,
Whom Rupert led, and who were British born. Whose paths shall be familiar as the land.
Of every size an hundred fighting sail : Instructed ships shall sail to quick commerce, So vast the navy now at anchor rides, Bę wlich remotest regions are ally'd;
That underneath it thc press'd waters fail, Which makes one city of the universe,
And with its weight it shoulders off the tides. Where some may gain, and all may be supply'd.
Now, anchors weigh'd, the seamen shout so shrill, Thea we upon our globe's last verge shall go, That Heaven and Earth and the wide Ocean And view the ocean leaning on the sky:
rings : From thence our rolling neighbours we shall know, A brecze from westward waits their sails to fill, And on the lunar world securely pry.
And rests in those high beds his downy wings. This I fortell from your auspicious care,
The wary Dutch this gathering storm foresaw, Who great in search of God and Nature grow ; And durst not bide it on the English coast : Who best your wise Creator's praise declare, Behind their treacherous shallows they withdraw,
Since best to praise his works is best to know. And there lay snares to catch the British host.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, O famous leader of the Belgian flect,
Thy monument inscrib'd such praise shall wear, And feels far off the trembling of her thread, As Varro timely flying once did meet,
Whose filmy cord should bind the struggling fly. Because he did not of his Rome despair.
Behold that navy, which a while before
Now draw their beaten vessels close to shore,
Our deep-cut keels upon the sands might run : In other records may our courage know: Or if with caution leisurely were past, (one. But let them hide the story of this day,
Their numerous gross might charge us one by Whose fame was blemish'd by too base a soe. But with a fore-wind pushing them above, Or if too busily they will inquire
And swelling tide that heav'd them from below, Into a victory, which we disdain ;
And with spread sails to welcome battle go. Before the patron saint of injur'd Spain.
To Philip's manes did an offering bring : Beneath them to subinit thi' officious flood;
England, which first, by leading them astray, And with fris trident shov'd them off the sand. Hatch'd up rebellion to destroy her king.
To the pale foes they suddenly draw near,
And summon them to unexpected fight : They start like murderers when ghosts appear,
And draw their curtains in the dead of night.
Now van to van the foremost squadrons meet,
The midmost battles hastening up behind, Who view far off the storm of falling sleet,
And hear their thunder rattling in the wind.
At length the adverse admirals appear :
The two bold champions of each country's right: Their eyes describe the lists as they come near,
And draw the lines of death before they fight. The distance judg'd for shot of every size,
The linstocs touch, the ponderous ball expires : The vigorous seaman every port-hole plies,
And adds his heart to every gun he fires ! Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians' side,
For honour, which they seldom sought before : But now they by their own vain boasts were ty'd,
And fore'd at least in show to prize it more. But sharp remembrance on the English part,
And shame of being match'd by such a foc, Rouze conscious virtue up in every heart,
And seeming to be stronger makes them so. Nor long the Belgians could that fleet sustain,
Which did two generals' fates, and Cæsar's bear : Each several ship a victory did gain,
As Rupert or as Albemarle were there. Their batter'd admiral too soon withdrew,
Unthiank'd by ours for his untinish'd fight. But he the minds of his Dutch masters knew,
Who call'd that providence which we call’d flight. Never did men more joyfully obey,
Or sooner understood the sign to fly: With such alacrity they bore away,
As if, to praise them, all the States stood by.
Our fathers bent their baneful industry,
To check a monarchy that slowly grew ;
Whose rising power to swift dominion flew.
And wander after pathless Destiny;
In vain it would provide for what shall be.
And the fourth Harry or first Orange meet;
And him detesting a Batavian fleet.
Waylays their merchants, and their land besets;
They lie asleep with prizes in their nets
The huge leviathans t' attend their prey ;
Which through their gaping jaws mistake the
Destructive fires among whole fleets we send ; Triumphant flames upon the water float,
And out-bound ships at home their voyage end.
Each vessel freighted with a several load,
All find but one, to burn them in the road.
Bore all the gauds the simple natives wear :
For folded turbans finest Holland bear.
And into cloth of spungy softness made,
To ruin with worse ware our staple trade.
Our greedy seainen rummage every hold,
And now no longer letted of his prey,
Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest. And nods at every house his threatening fire.
Which, sent from Heaven, like lightning make With bold fanatic spectres to rejoice : Their palling taste the journey's length destroys, About the fire into a dance they bend,
Or grief sent post o'ertakes them on the way. And sing their sabbath notes with feeble voice. Swell’d with our late successes on the foe,
Our guardian angel saw them where they sate Which France and Holland wanted power to cross, Above the palace of our slumbering king: We urge an unseen fate to lay us low,
He sigh’d, abandoning his charge to Fate, And feed their envious eyes with English loss. And drooping, oft look'd back upon thie wing. Each element his dread command obeys,
At length the crackling noise and dreadful blaze Who makes or ruins with a smile or frown; Call’d up some waking lover to the sight; Who, as by one he did our nation raise,
And long it was ere he the rest could raise, So now he with another pulls us down.
Whose heavy eyelids yet were full of night. Yet
, London, empress of the northern clime, The next to danger, hot pursued by Fate, By an high fate thou greatly didst expire;
Half-cloth'd, half-naked, hastily retire :
Must fall, and rise a nobler frame by Fire. For helpless infants left amidst the fire.
And sets his cradle out of Fortune's way: And in the dark men justle as they meet.
But if night-robbers lift the well-stor'd hive, His prince, surpris'd at first, no ill could doubt, An humming through their waxen city grows,
And wants the power to meet it when 'tis known. And out upon each other's wings they drive. Such was the rise of this prodigious Fire,
Now streets grow throng'd and busy as by day : Which in mean buildings first obscurely bred, Some run for buckets to the hallow'd quire : From thence did soon to open streets aspire, Some cut the pipes, and some the engines play;
And straight to palaces and temples spread. And some more bold mount ladders to the fire. The diligence of trades and noiseful gain,
In vain : for from the east a Belgian wind And luxury more late, asleep were laid :
His hostile breath through the dry rafters sent; All was the Night's; and in her silent reign The flames impell’d soon left their foes behind, No sound the rest of Nature did invade.
And forward with a wanton fury went.
Those seeds of Fire their fatal birth disclose ; And lighten'd all the river with a blaze:
And wondering fish in shining waters gaze.
One mighty squadron with a side-wind sped, | The rich grow suppliant, and the poor grow proud:
Through narrow lanes his cumber'd fire does haste, Those offer mighty gain, and these ask more :
So void of pity is th' ignoble crowd,
As those who live by shores with joy behold
And from the rocks leap down for shipwreck'd gold, Against th' imperial palace is design'd.
And seek the tempests which the others fly:
Now day appears, and with the day the king, So these but wait the owners' last despair,
Whose early care had robb’d him of his rest : And what's permitted to the flames invade ; Far off the cracks of falling houses ring,
Ev'n from their jaws they hungry morsels tear, And shrieks of subjects pierce his tender breast. And on their backs the spoils of Vulcan lade. Near as he draws, thick harbingers of smoke The days were all in this lost labour spent; With gloomy pillars cover all the place;
And when the weary king gave place to night, Whose little intervals of night are broke
His beams he to his royal brother lent,
And pious tears which down his cheeks did shower: A dismal picture of the general doom ;
And half unready with their bodies come.
To a last lodging call their wandering friends : For never prince in grace did more excel,
Their short uneasy sleeps are broke with care, Or royal city more in duty strove.
To look how near their own destruction tends. Nor with an idle care did he behold :
Those who have none, sit round where once it was, Subjects may grieve, but monarchs must redress; And with full eyes each wonted room require : He cheers the fearful, and commends the bold, Haunting the yet warm ashes of the place,
And makes despairers hope for good success. As murder'd men walk where they did expire. Himself directs what first is to be done,
Some stir up coals and watch the vestal fire, And orders all the succours which they bring : Others in vain from sight of ruin run; The helpful and the good about him run,
And while through burning labyrinths they retire, And forin an army worthy such a king.
With loathing eyes repeat what they would shun. He sees the dire contagion spread so fast,
The most in fields like herded beasts lie down, That where it seizes all relief is vain :
To dews obnoxious on the grassy floor ; And therefore must unwillingly lay waste
And while their babes in sleep their sorrows drown, That country, which would else the foe maintain. Sad parents watch the remnants of their store. The powder blows up all before the Fire :
While by the motion of the flames they guess Th’ amazed Flames stand gather'd on a heap; What streets are burning now, and what are near, And from the precipice's brink retire,
An infant waking to the paps would press, Afraid to venture on so large a leap.
And meets, instead of milk, a falling tear. Thus fighting Fires awhile themselves consume, No thought can ease them but their sovereign's care,
But straight, like Turks, forc'd on to win or die, Whose praise th' afflicted as their comfort sing: They first lay tender bridges of their fume, Ev’n those, whom want might drive to just despair,
And o'er the breach in unctuous vapours fly. Think life a blessing under such a king. Part stay for passage, till a gust of wind
Meantime he sadly suffers in their grief, Ships o'er their forces in a shining sheet :
Outweeps an hermit, and outprays a saint: Part creeping under ground their journey blind, All the long night he studies their relief,
And climbing from below their fellows meet. How they may be supply'd and he may want. Thus to some desert plain, or old wood side, “ O God,” said he, “ thou patron of my days,
Dire night-hags come from farto dance their round; Guide of my youth in exile and distress ! And o'er broad rivers on their fiends they ride, Who me unfriended brought'st, by wondrous ways,
Or sweep in clouds above the blasted ground. The kingdom of my fathers to possess : No help avails : for, hydra-like, the Fire
“ Be thou my judge, with what unweary'd care Lifts up his hundred heads to aim his way : I since have labour'd for my people's good; And scarce the wealthy can one half retire,
To bind the bruises of a civil war, Before he rushes in to share the prey.
And stop the issues of their wasting blood.