Reflections On The Public Situation Of The Kingdom Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Inscribed to the Duke of Newcastle	A
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Holles immortal in far more than fame	B
Be thou illustrious in far more than power	C
Great things are small when greater rise to view	D
Tho' station'd high and press'd with public cares	E
Disdain not to peruse my serious song	F
Which peradventure may push by the world	G
Of a few moments rob Britannia's weal	A
And leave Europa's counsels less mature	H
For thou art noble and the theme is great	I
Nor shall or Europe or Britannia blame	B
Thine absent ear but gain by the delay	A
Long vers'd in senates and in cabinets	J
States' intricate demands and high debates	K
As thou of use to those so this to thee	L
And in a point that empire far outweighs	M
That far outweighs all Europe's thrones in one	N
Let greatness prove its title to be great	I
'Tis power's supreme prerogative to stamp	O
On other minds an image of its own	P
Bend the strong influence of high place to stem	Q
The stream that sweeps away the country's weal	A
The Stygian stream the torrent of our guilt	R
Far as thou mayst give life to virtue's cause	S
Let not the ties of personal regard	T
Betray the nation's trust to feeble hands	U
Let not fomented flames of private pique	V
Prey on the vitals of the public good	W
Let not our streets with blasphemies resound	X
Nor lewdness whisper where the laws can reach	Y
Let not best laws the wisdom of our sires	Z
Turn satires on their sunk degenerate sons	A2
The bastards of their blood and serve no point	B2
But with more emphasis to call them fools	C2
Let not our rank enormities unhinge	D2
Britannia's welfare from divine support	E2
Such deeds the minister the prince adorn	F2
No power is shown but in such deeds as these	G2
All all is impotence but acting right	H2
And where's the statesman but would show his power	C
To prince and people thou of equal zeal	A
Be it henceforward but thy second care	I2
To grace thy country and support the throne	P
Though this supported that adorn'd so well	A
A throne superior our first homage claims	J2
To C sar's C sar our first tribute due	D
A tribute which unpaid makes specious wrong	F
And splendid sacrilege of all beside	K2
Illustrious followers we must first be just	L2
And what so just as awe for the supreme	M2
Less fear we rugged ruffians of the north	N2
Than virtue's well clad rebels nearer home	O2
Less Loyola's disguis'd all aping sons	A2
Than traitors lurking in our appetites	P2
Less all the legions Seine and Tagus send	Q2
Than unrein'd passions rushing on our peace	R2
Yon savage mountaineers are tame to these	G2
Against those rioters send forth the laws	S2
And break to reason's yoke their wild careers	T2
Prudence for all things points the proper hour	C
Though some seem more importunate and great	I
Tho' Britain's generous views and interests spread	U2
Beyond the narrow circle of her shores	V2
And their grand entries make on distant lands	U
Though Britain's genius the wide wave bestrides	U
And like a vast Colossus towering stands	U
With one foot planted on the continent	W2
Yet be not wholly wrapp'd in public cares	U
Tho' such high cares should call as call'd of late	I
The cause of kings and emperors adjourn	X2
And Europe's little balance drop awhile	A
For greater drop it ponder and adjust	L2
The rival interests and contending claims	U
Of life and death of now and of for ever	C
Sublimest theme and needful as sublime	Y2
Thus great Eliza's oracles renown'd	X
Thus Walsingham and Raleigh Britain's boasts	U
Thus every statesman thought that ever died	K2
There's inspiration in a sable hour	C
And Death's approach makes politicians wise	U
When thunderstruck that eagle Wolsey fell	A
When royal favour as an ebbing sea	U
Like a leviathan his grandeur left	Z2
His gasping grandeur naked on the strand	A3
Naked of human doubtful of divine	B3
Assistance no more wallowing in his wealth	C3
Spouting proud foams of insolence no more	D3
On what then smote his heart uncardinal'd	A3
And sunk beneath the level of a man	E3
On the grand article the sum of things	U
The point of the first magnitude that point	A3
Tubes mounted in a court but rarely reach	Y
Some painted cloud still intercepts their sight	A3
First right to judge then choose then persevere	F3
Steadfast as if a crown or mistress call'd	A3
These these are politics will stand the test	A3
When finer politics their masters sting	G3
And statesmen fain would shrink to common men	H3
These these are politics will answer now	I3
When common men would fain to statesmen swell	A
Beyond a Machiavel's or Tencin's scheme	M2
All safety rests on honest counsels these	U
Immortalize the statesman bless the state	A3
Make the prince triumph and the people smile	A
In peace rever'd or terrible in arms	U
Close leagued with an invincible ally	A
Which honest counsels never fail to fix	U
In favour of an unabandon'd land	A3
A land that starts at such a land as this	U
A parliament so principled will sink	J3
All ancient schools of empire in disgrace	U
And Britain's glory rising from the dead	A3
Will fill the world loud fame's superior song	F
Britain that word pronounc'd is an alarm	K3
It warms the blood though frozen in our veins	U
Awakes the soul and sends her to the field	A3
Enamour'd of the glorious face of Death	L3
Britain there's noble magic in the sound	A3
O what illustrious images arise	U
Embattled round me blaze the pomps of war	D3
By sea by land at home in foreign climes	U
What full blown laurels on our fathers' brows	U
Ye radiant trophies and imperial spoils	U
Ye scenes astonishing to modern sight	A3
Let me at least enjoy you in a dream	M2
Why vanish Stay ye godlike strangers stay	A3
Strangers I wrong my countrymen they wake	M3
High beats the pulse the noble pulse of war	D3
Beats to that ancient measure that grand march	N3
Which then prevail'd when Britain highest soar'd	A3
And every battle paid for heroes slain	O3
No more our great forefathers stain our cheeks	U
With blushes their renown our shame no more	D3
In military garb and sudden arms	U
Up starts old Britain crosiers are laid by	A
Trade wields the sword and agriculture leaves	U
Her half turn'd furrow other harvests fire	C
A nobler avarice avarice of renown	P3
And laurels are the growth of every field	A3
In distant courts is our commotion felt	A3
And less like gods sit monarches on their thrones	U
What arm can want or sinews or success	U
Which lifted from an honest heart descends	U
With all the weight of British wrath to cleave	Q3
The papal mitre or the Gallic chain	O3
At every stroke and save a sinking land	A3
Or death or victory must be resolv'd	A3
To dream of mercy O how tame how mad	A3
Where o'er black deeds the crucifix display'd	A3
Fools think Heaven purchas'd by the blood they shed	A3
By giving not supporting pains and death	L3
Nor simple death where they the greatest saints	U
Who most subdue all tenderness of heart	A3
Students in torture where in zeal to him	R3
Whose darling title is the Prince of Peace	U
The best turn ruthless butchers for our sakes	U
To save us in a world they recommend	A3
And yet forbear themselves with earth content	A3
What modesty such virtues Rome adorn	F2
And chiefly those who Rome's first honours wear	I2
Whose name from Jesus and whose hearts from hell	A
And shall a pope bred princeling crawl ashore	D3
Replete with venom guiltless of a sting	G3
And whistle cut throats with those swords that scrap'd	A3
Their barren rocks for wretched sustenance	U
To cut his passage to the British throne	P
One that has suck'd in malice with his milk	S3
Malice to Britain liberty and truth	T3
Less savage was his brother robber's nurse	U
The howling nurse of plundering Romulus	U
Ere yet far worse than pagan harbour'd there	I2
Hail to the brave be Britain Britain still	A
Britain high favour'd of indulgent Heaven	N
Nature's anointed empress of the deep	U3
The nurse of merchants who can purchase crowns	U
Supreme in commerce that exuberant source	U
Of wealth the nerve of war of wealth the blood	A3
The circling current in a nation's veins	U
To set high bloom on the fair face of peace	U
This once so celebrated seat of power	C
From which escap'd the mighty C sar triumph'd	A3
Of Gallic lilies this eternal blast	A3
This terror of armadas this true bolt	A3
Ethereal temper'd to repress the vain	O3
Salmonean thunders from the papal chair	I2
This small isle wide realm'd monarchs eye with awe	V3
Which says to their ambition's foaming waves	U
Thus far nor farther Let her hold in life	W3
Nought dear disjoin'd from freedom and renown	P3
Renown our ancestors' great legacy	U
To be transmitted to their latest sons	U
By thoughts inglorious and un British deeds	U
Their cancel'd will is impiously profan'd	A3
Inhumanly disturb'd their sacred dust	A3
Their sacred dust with recent laurels crown	P3
By your own valour won This sacred isle	A
Cut from the continent that world of slaves	U
This temple built by Heaven's peculiar care	I2
In a recess from the contagious world	A3
With ocean pour'd around it for its guard	A3
And dedicated long to liberty	A3
That health that strength that bloom of civil life	W3
This temple of still more divine of faith	X3
Sifted from errors purified by flames	U
Like gold to take anew truth's heavenly stamp	O
And rising both in lustre and in weight	A3
With her bless'd Master's unmaim'd image shine	B3
Why should she longer droop why longer act	A3
As an accomplice with the plots of Rome	O2
Why longer lend an edge to Bourbon's sword	A3
And give him leave among his dastard troops	U
To muster that strong succour Albion's crimes	U
Send his self impotent ambition aid	A3
And crown the conquest of her fiercest foes	U
Where are her foes most fatal Blushing truth	T3
In her friends' vices with a sigh replies	U
Empire on virtue's rock unshaken stands	U
Flux as the billows when in vice dissolv'd	A3
If Heaven reclaims us by the scourge of war	D3
What thanks are due to Paris and Madrid	A3
Would they a revolution Aid their aim	B
But be the revolution in our hearts	U
Wouldst thou whose hand is at the helm the bark	Y3
The shaken bark of Britain should outride	A3
The present blast and every future storm	Z3
Give it that ballast which alone has weight	A3
With Him whom wind and waves and war obey	A3
Persist Are others subtle Thou be wise	U
Above the Florentine's court science raise	U
Stand forth a patriot of the moral world	A3
The pattern and the patron of the just	A3
Thus strengthen Britain's military strength	A4
Give its own terror to the sword she draws	U
Ask you What mean I The most obvious truth	T3
Armies and fleets alone ne'er won the day	A3
When our proud arms are once disarm'd disarm'd	A3
Of aid from Him by whom the mighty fall	A
Of aid from Him by whom the feeble stand	A3
Who takes away the keenest edge of battle	A
Or gives the sword commission to destroy	B4
Who blasts or bids the martial laurel bloom	C4
Emasculated then most manly might	A3
Or though the might remains it nought avails	U
Then wither'd weakness foils the sinewy arm	K3
Of man's meridian and high hearted power	C
Our naval thunders and our tented fields	U
With travel'd banners fanning southern climes	U
What do they This and more what can they do	A3
When heap'd the measure of a kingdom's crimes	U
The prince most dauntless the first plume of war	D3
By such bold inroads into foreign lands	U
Such elongation of our armaments	U
But stretches out the guilty nation's neck	D4
While Heaven commands her executioner	C
Some less abandon'd nation to discharge	E4
Her full ripe vengeance in a final blow	A
And tell the world Not strong is human strength	A4
And that the proudest empire holds of Heaven	N
O Britain often rescued often crown'd	A3
Beyond thy merit and most sanguine hopes	U
With all that's great in war or sweet in peace	U
Know from what source thy signal blessings flow	A
Though bless'd with spirits ardent in the field	A3
Though cover'd various oceans with thy fleets	U
Though fenc'd with rocks and moated by the main	O3
Thy trust repose in a far stronger guard	A3
In Him who thee though naked could defend	A3
Tho' weak could strengthen ruin'd could restore	D3
How oft to tell what arm defends thine isle	A
To guard her welfare and yet check her pride	A3
Have the winds snatch'd the victory from war	D3
Or rather won the day when war despair'd	A3
How oft has providential succour aw'd	A3
Aw'd while it bless'd us conscious of our guilt	A3
Struck dead all confidence in human aid	A3
And while we triumph'd made us tremble too	A3
Well may we tremble now what manners reign	O3
But wherefore ask we when a true reply	A
Would shock too much Kind Heaven avert events	U
Whose fatal nature might reply too plain	O3
Heaven's half bar'd arm of vengeance has been wav'd	A3
In northern skies and pointed to the south	F4
Vengeance delay'd but gathers and ferments	U
More formidably blackens in the wind	A3
Brews deeper draughts of unrelenting wrath	G4
And higher charges the suspended storm	Z3
That public vice portends a public fall	A
Is this conjecture of adventurous thought	A3
Or pious coward's pulpit cushion'd dream	M2
Far from it This is certain this is fate	A3
What says experience in her awful chair	I2
Of ages her authentic annals spread	A3
Around her What says reason eagle eyed	A3
Nay what says common sense with common care	I2
Weighing events and causes in her scale	A
All give one verdict one decision sign	B3
And this the sentence Delphos could not mend	A3
Whatever secondary props may rise	U
From politics to build the public peace	U
The basis is the manners of the land	A3
When rotten these the politician's wiles	U
But struggle with destruction as a child	A3
With giants huge or giants with a Jove	W3
The statesman's arts to conjure up a peace	U
Or military phantoms void of force	U
But scare away the vultures for an hour	C
The scent cadaverous for oh how rank	H4
The stench of profligates soon lures them back	I4
On the proud flutter of a Gallic wing	G3
Soon they return soon make their full descent	A3
Soon glut their rage and riot in our ruin	N
Their idols grac'd and gorgeous with our spoils	U
Of universal empire sure presage	J4
Till now repell'd by seas of British blood	A3
And whence the manners of the multitude	A3
The colours of their manners black or fair	I2
Falls from above from the complexion falls	U
Of state Othellos or white men in power	C
And from the greater height example falls	U
Greater the weight and deeper its impress	U
In ranks inferior passive to the stroke	K4
From the court mint of hearts the current coin	L4
The pupil presses but the pattern drives	U
What bonds then bonds how manifold and strong	F
To duty double duty are the great	A3
And are there Samsons that can burst them all	A
Yes and great minds that stand in need of none	N
Whose pulse beats virtues and whose generous blood	A3
Aids mental motives to push on renown	P3
In emulation of their glorious sires	U
From whom rolls down the consecrated stream	M2
Some sow good seeds in the glad people's hearts	U
Some cursed tares like Satan in the text	A3
This makes a foe most fatal to the state	A3
A foe who like a wizard in his cell	A
In his dark cabinet of crooked schemes	U
Resembling Cuma's gloomy grot the forge	M4
Of boasted oracles and real lies	U
Aided perhaps by second sighted Scots	U
French magi relics riding post from Rome	O2
A gothic hero rising from the dead	A3
And changing for spruce plaid his dirty shroud	A3
With succour suitable from lower still	A
A foe who these concurring to the charm	K3
Excites those storms that shall o'erturn the state	A3
Rend up her ancient honours by the root	A3
And lay the boast of ages the rever'd	A3
Of nations the dear bought with sumless wealth	C3
And blood illustrious spite of her La Hogues	U
Her Cresseys and her Blenheims in the dust	A3
How must this strike a horror thro' the breast	A3
Thro' every generous breast where honour reigns	U
Thro' every breast where honour claims a share	I2
Yes and thro' every breast of honour void	A3
This thought might animate the dregs of men	H3
Ferment them into spirit give them fire	C
To fight the cause the black opprobrious cause	U
Foul core of all corruption at our hearts	U
What wreck of empire has the stream of time	Y2
Swept with her vices from the mountain height	A3
Of grandeur deified by half mankind	A3
To dark oblivion's melancholy lake	M3
Or flagrant infamy's eternal brand	A3
Those names at which surrounding nations shook	N4
Those names ador'd a nuisance or forgot	A3
Nor this the caprice of a doubtful die	A
But Nature's course no single chance against it	A3
For know my lord 'tis writ in adamant	A3
'Tis fixt as is the basis of the world	A3
Whose kingdoms stand or fall by the decree	A3
What saw these eyes surpris'd Yet why surpris'd	A3
For aid divine the crisis seem'd to call	A
And how divine was the monition given	N
As late I walk'd the night in troubled thought	A3
My peace disturb'd by rumours from the north	N2
While thunder o'er my head portentous roll'd	A3
As giving signal of some strange event	A3
And ocean groan'd beneath for her he lov'd	A3
Albion the fair so long his empire's queen	O4
Whose reign is now contested by her foes	U
On her white cliffs a tablet broad and bright	A3
Strongly reflecting the pale lunar ray	A3
By fate's own iron pen I saw it writ	A3
And thus the title ran	E3

Edward Young

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