An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Dulce est desipere in locoA
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Some Folks are drunk yet do not know itB
So might not Bacchus give You LawC
Was it a Muse O lofty PoetD
Or Virgin of St Cyr You sawC
Why all this Fury What's the MatterE
That Oaks must come from Thrace to danceF
Must stupid Stocks be taught to flatterE
And is there no such Wood in FranceF
Why must the Winds all hold their TongueG
If they a little Breath should raiseH
Would that have spoil'd the Poet's SongI
Or puff'd away the Monarch's PraiseH
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Pindar that Eagle mounts the SkiesJ
While Virtue leads the noble WayK
Too like a Vultur Boileau fliesJ
Where sordid Interest shows the PreyK
When once the Poet's Honour ceasesL
From Reason far his Transports roveM
And Boileau for eight hundred PiecesN
Makes Louis take the Wall of JoveM
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Neptune and Sol came from aboveM
Shap'd like Megrigny and VaubanO
They arm'd these Rocks then show'd old JoveM
Of Marli Wood the Wond'rous PlanO
Such Walls these three wise Gods agreedP
By Human Force could ne'er be shakenO
But You and I in Homer readQ
Of Gods as well as Men mistakenO
Sambre and Maese their Waves may joinO
But ne'er can William's Force restrainO
He'll pass them Both who pass'd the BoynO
Remember this and arm the SeinO
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Full fifteen thousand lusty FellowsR
With Fire and Sword the Fort maintainO
Each was a Hercules You tell usS
Yet out they march'd like common MenO
Cannons above and Mines belowA
Did Death and Tombs for Foes contriveM
Yet Matters have been order'd soA
That most of Us are still aliveM
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If Namur be compar'd to TroyT
Then Britain's Boys excell'd the GreeksU
Their Siege did ten long Years employT
We've done our Bus'ness in ten WeeksU
What Godhead does so fast advanceF
With dreadful Pow'r those Hills to gainO
'Tis little Will the Scourge of FranceF
No Godhead but the first of MenO
His mortal Arm exerts the Pow'rV
To keep ev'n Mons's Victor underE
And that same Jupiter no moreW
Shall fright the World with impious ThunderE
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Our King thus trembles at NamurE
Whilst Villeroy who ne'er afraid isL
To Bruxelles marches on secureE
To bomb the Monks and scare the LadiesX
After this glorious ExpeditionO
One Battle makes the Marshal GreatY
He must perform the King's CommissionO
Who knows but Orange may retreatZ
Kings are allow'd to feign the GoutA2
Or be prevail'd with not to FightB2
And mighty Louis hop'd no doubtA2
That William wou'd preserve that RightB2
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From Seyn and Loyre to Rhone and PoA
See every Mother's Son appearE
In such a Case ne'er blame a FoeA
If he betrays some little FearE
He comes the mighty Vill'roy comesC2
Finds a small River in his WayK
So waves his Colours beats his DrumsC2
And thinks it prudent there to stayK
The Gallic Troops breath Blood and WarE
The Marshal cares not to march fasterE
Poor Vill'roy moves so slowly hereE
We fancy'd all it was his MasterE
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Will no kind Flood no friendly RainO
Disguise the Marshal's plain DisgraceD2
No Torrents swell the low MehayneO
The World will say he durst not passE2
Why will no Hyades appearE
Dear Poet on the Banks of SambreE
Just as they did that mighty YearE
When You turn'd June into DecemberE
The Water Nymphs are too unkindF2
To Vill'roy are the Land Nymphs soA
And fly They All at Once Combin'dF2
To shame a General and a BeauA
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Truth Justice Sense Religion FameG2
May join to finish William's StoryE
Nations set free may bless his NameG2
And France in Secret own his GloryE
But Ipres Mastrich and CambrayE
Besancon Ghent St Omers LysleT
Courtray and Dole Ye Criticks sayA
How poor to this was Pindar's StyleT
With Eke's and Also's tack thy StrainO
Great Bard and sing the deathless PrinceA
Who lost Namur the same CampaignO
He bought Dixmude and plunder'd DeynseA
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I'll hold Ten Pound my Dream is outA2
I'd tell it You but for the RattleT
Of those confounded Drums no doubtA2
Yon' bloody Rogues intend a BattelT
Dear me a hundred thousand FrenchH2
With Terror fill the neighb'ring FieldI2
While William carries on the TrenchH2
'Till both the Town and Castle yieldI2
Vill'roy to Boufflers should advanceA
Says Mars thro' Cannons Mouths in FireE
Id est one Mareschal of FranceA
Tells t'other He can come no nigherE
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Regain the Lines the shortest WayA
Vill'roy or to Versailles take PostJ2
For having seen it Thou can'st sayA
The Steps by which Namur was lostK2
The Smoke and Flame may vex thy SightB2
Look not once back but as thou goestB2
Quicken the Squadrons in their FlightB2
And bid the D l take the slowestB2
Think not what Reason to produceA
From Louis to conceal thy FearE
He'll own the Strength of thy ExcuseA
Tell him that William was but thereE
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Now let us look for Louis' FeatherE
That us'd to shine so like a StarE
The Gen'rals could not get togetherE
Wanting that Influence great in WarE
O Poet Thou had'st been discreeterE
Hanging the Monarch's Hat so highA
If Thou had'st dubb'd thy Star a MeteorE
That did but blaze and rove and dieA
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To animate the doubtful FightB2
Namur in vain expects that RayE
In vain France hopes the sickly LightB2
Shou'd shine near William's fuller DayE
It knows Versailles it's proper StationO
Nor cares for any foreign SphereE
Where You see Boileau's ConstellationO
Be sure no Danger can be nearE
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The French had gather'd all their ForceA
And William met them in their WayE
Yet off they brush'd both Foot and HorseA
What has Friend Boileau left to sayE
When his high Muse is bent upon'tB2
To sing her King that Great CommanderE
Or on the Shores of HellespontB2
Or in the Valleys near ScamanderE
Wou'd it not spoil his noble TaskL2
If any foolish Phrygian there isA
Impertinent enough to askL2
How far Namur may be from ParisA
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Two Stanza's more before we endB2
Of Death Pikes Rocks Arms Bricks and FireE
Leave 'em behind You honest FriendB2
And with your Country Men retireE
Your Ode is spoilt Namur is freedB2
For Dixmuyd something yet is dueB2
So good Count Guiscard may proceedB2
But Boufflers Sir one Word with youB2
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'Tis done In Sight of these CommandersA
Who neither Fight nor raise the SiegeM2
The Foes of France march safe thro' FlandersA
Divide to Bruxelles or to LiegeM2
Send Fame this News to TrianonO
That Boufflers may new Honours gainO
He the same Play by Land has shownO
As Tourville did upon the MainO
Yet is the Marshal made a PeerE
O William may thy Arms advanceA
That He may lose Dinant next YearE
And so be Constable of FranceA

Matthew Prior



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