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While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim	A
Proud in their number to enrol your name	A
While emperors to you commit their cause	B
And Anna's praises crown the vast applause	C
Accept great leader what the Muse recites	D
That in ambitious verse attempts your fights	D
Fir'd and transported with a theme so new	E
Ten thousand wonders opening to my view	E
Shine forth at once sieges and storms appear	F
And wars and conquests fill the' important year	F
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Rivers of blood I see and hills of slain	G
And Iliad rising out of one campaign	G
The haughty Gaul beheld with towering pride	H
His ancient bounds enlarg'd on every side	H
Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdued	I
And in the midst of his wide empire stood	J
Ausonia's states the victor to restrain	G
Opposed their Alps and Apennines in vain	G
Nor found themselves with strength of rocks immur'd	J
Behind their everlasting hills secur'd	J
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The rising Danube its long race began	K
And half its course through the new conquests ran	K
Amaz'd and anxious for her soverign's fates	L
Germania trembled through a hundred states	L
Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear	F
He gaz'd around but saw no succour near	F
He gaz'd and half abandon'd to despair	M
His hopes on heaven and confidence in pray	N
To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes	O
On her resolves the western world relies	O
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Confiding still amidst its dire alarms	P
In Anna's conncils and in Churchill's arms	P
Thrice happy Britain from the kingdoms rent	J
To fit the guardian of the continent	J
That sees her bravest son advanc'd so high	Q
And flourishing so near her prince's eye	Q
Thy favourites grow not up by fortune's sport	J
Or from the crimes or follies of a court	J
On the firm basis of desert they rise	O
From long try'd faith and friendship's holy tyes	O
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Their soverign's well distinguish'd smiles they share	M
Her ornaments in peace her strength in war	R
The nation thanks them with a public voice	O
By showers of blessings heaven approves their choice	O
Envy itself is dumb in wonder lost	J
And factions strive who shall applaud them most	J
Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky	Q
Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly	Q
Her chief already has his march begun	S
Crossing the provinces himself had won	S
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Till the Moselle appearing from afar	T
Retards the progress of the moving war	R
Delightful stream had nature bid her fall	U
In distant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul	U
But now a purchase to the sword she lies	O
Her harvests for uncertain owners rise	O
Each vineyard doubtful of its master grows	O
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows	O
The discontented shades of slaughter'd hosts	O
That wander'd on her banks her heroes ghosts	O
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Hop'd when they saw Britannia's arms appear	F
The vengeance due to their great deaths was near	F
Our godlike leader ere the stream he past	J
The mighty scheme of all his labours cast	J
Forming the wondrous year within his thought	J
His bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought	J
The long laborious march he first surveys	O
And joins the distant Danube to the Maese	O
Between whose floods such pathless forests grow	V
Such mountains rise so many rivers flow	V
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The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes	O
And danger serves but to enhance the prize	O
Big with the fate of Europe he renews	O
His dreadful course and the proud foe pursues	O
Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat	J
the sultry gales round his chas'd temples beat	J
Till on the borders of the Maine he finds	O
Defensive shadows and refreshing winds	O
Our British youth with in born freedom bold	J
Unnumber'd scenes of servitude behold	J
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Nations of slaves with tyranny debas'd	J
Their maker's image more than half defac'd	J
Hourly instructed as they urge their toil	W
To prize their queen and love their native soil	W
Still to the rising sun they take their way	N
Through clouds of dust and gain upon the day	N
When now the Neckar on its friendly coast	J
With cooling streams revives the fainting host	J
That chearfully his labours past forgets	O
The mid night watches and the noon day heats	O
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O'er prostrate towns and palaces they pass	O
Now cover'd o'er with woods and hid in grass	O
Breathing revenge whilst anger and disdain	G
Fire every breast and boil in every vein	G
Here shatter'd walls like broken rocks from far	T
Rise up in hideous views the guilt of war	R
Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs	O
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes	O
At length the fame of England's hero drew	E
Eugenio to the glorious interview	E
	-
Great souls by instinct to each other turn	X
Demand alliance and in friendship burn	X
A sudden friendship while with stretch'd out rays	O
They meet each other mingling blaze with blaze	O
Polish'd in courts and harden'd in the field	J
Renown'd for conquest and in council skill'd	J
Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood	J
Of mounting spirits and fermenting blood	J
Lodg'd in the soul with virtue over rul'd	J
Inflam'd by reason and by reason cool'd	J
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In hours of peace content to be unknown	Y
And only in the field of battle shown	Y
To souls like these in mutual fiendship join'd	J
Heaven dares intrust the cause of human kind	J
Britannia's graceful sons appear in arms	O
Her harrass'd troops the hero's presence warms	O
Whilst the high hills and rivers all around	J
With thundering peals of British shouts resound	J
Doubling their speed they march with fresh delight	J
Eager for glory and require the fight	J
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So the stanch hound the trembling deer pursues	O
And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews	O
The tedious track unraveling by degrees	O
But when the scent comes warm in every breeze	O
Fir'd at the near approach he shoots away	N
On his full stretch and bears upon his prey	N
The march concludes the various realms are past	J
Th' immortal Schellenberg appears at last	J
Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high	Q
Like valley's at their feet the trenches lie	Q
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Batteries on batteries guard each fatal pass	O
Threatening destruction rows of hollow brass	O
Tube behind tube the dreadful entrance keep	Z
Whilst in thier wombs ten thousand thunders sleep	Z
Great Churchill owns charm'd with the glorious sight	J
His march o'er paid by such a promis'd fight	J
The western sun now shot a feeble ray	N
And faintly scatter'd the remains of day	N
Ev'ning approach'd but oh what host of foes	O
Were never to behold that evening close	O
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Thickening their ranks and wedg'd in firm array	N
The close compacted Britons win their way	N
In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd	J
With tracts of death and laid the battle waste	J
Still pressing forward to the fight they broke	A2
Through flames of sulphur and a night of smoke	A2
Till slaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below	V
And bore their fierce avengers to the foe	V
High on the works the mingling hosts engage	B2
The battle kindled into tenfold rage	B2
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With showers of bullets and with storms of fire	C2
Burns in full fury heaps on heaps expire	D2
Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die	Q
And lsot in one promiscuous carnage lie	Q
How many generous Britons meet their doom	E2
New to the field and heroes in the bloom	E2
Th' illustrious youghts that left their native shore	R
To march where Britons never march'd before	R
O fatal love of fame O glorious heat	J
Only destructive to the brave and great	J
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After such toils o'ercome such dangers past	J
Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts breathe their last	J
But hold my Muse may no complaints appear	F
Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear	M
While Marlborough lives Britannia's stars dispense	O
A friendly light and shine in innocence	O
Plunging through seas of blood his fiery steed	J
Where e'er his friends retire or foes succeed	J
Those he supports these drives to sudden flight	J
And turns the various fortune of the fight	J
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Forbear great man renown'd in arms forbear	M
To Brave the thickest terrors of the war	M
Nor hazard thus confus'd in crowds of foes	O
Britannia's s	O

Joseph Addison

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