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How long deluded Albion wilt thou lie	A
In the lethargic sleep the sad repose	B
By which thy close thy constant enemy	C
Has softly lull'd thee to thy woes	B
Or wake degenerate isle or cease to own	D
What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done	E
The spoils they brought thee back the crowns they won	E
William so Fate requires again is arm'd	F
Thy father to the field is gone	G
Again Maria weeps her absent lord	H
For thy repose content to rule alone	D
Are thy enervate sons not yet alarm'd	F
When William fights dare they look tamely on	I
So slow to get their ancient fame restored	H
As not to melt at Beauty's tears nor follow Valour's sword	H
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See the repenting isle awakes	B
Her vicious chains the generous goddess breaks	B
The fogs around her temples are dispell'd	J
Abroad she looks and sees arm'd Belgia stand	K
Prepared to meet heir common lord's command	K
Her lions roaring by her side her arrows in her hand	K
And blushing to have been so long withheld	J
Weeps off her crime and hastens to the field	L
Henceforth her youth shall be inured to bear	M
Hazardous toil and active war	N
To march beneath the dogstar's raging heat	O
Patient of summer's drought and martial sweat	P
And only grieve in winter's camp to find	Q
Its days too short for labours they design'd	Q
All night beneath hard heavy arms to watch	R
All day to mount the trench to storm the breach	S
And all the rugged paths to tread	T
Where William and his virtue led	T
	-
Silence is the soul of war	N
Deliberate counsel must prepare	M
The mighty work which valour must complete	O
Thus William rescued thus preserves the state	U
Thus teaches us to think and dare	M
As whilst his cannon just prepared to breathe	V
Avenging anger and swift death	W
In the tried metal the close dangers glow	X
And now too late the dying foe	X
Perceives the flame yet cannot ward the blow	X
So whilst in William's breast ripe counsels lie	A
Secret and sure as brooding Fate	U
No more of his design appears	B
Than what awakens Gallia's fears	B
And though Guilt's eye can sharply penetrate	U
Distracted Lewis can descry	M
Only a long unmeasured ruin nigh	A
	-
On Norman coasts and banks of frighted Seine	C
Lo the impending storms begin	Y
Britannia's safely through her master's sea	C
Plows up her victorious way	Z
The French Salmoneus throws his bolts in vain	A2
Whilst the true thunderer asserts the main	A2
'Tis done to shelves and rocks his fleets retire	M
Swift victory in vengeful flames	B
Burns down the pride of their presumptuous names	B
They run to shipwreck to avoid our fire	M
And the torn vessels that regain their coast	B2
Are but sad marks to show the rest are lost	C2
All this the mild the beauteous Queen has done	E
And William's softer half shakes Lewis' throne	D
Maria does the sea command	K
Whilst Gallia flies her husband's arms by land	K
So the sun absent with full sway the moon	D2
Governs the isles and rules the wave alone	D
So Juno thunders when her Jove is gone	G
Io Britannia loose thy ocean's chains	B
Whilst Russel strikes the blow thy Queen ordains	B
Thus rescued thus revered for ever stand	K
And bless the counsel and reward the hand	K
Io Britannia thy Maria reigns	B
	-
From Mary's conquests and the rescued main	A2
Let France look forth to Sambre's armed shore	M
And boast her joy for William's death no more	M
He lives let France confess the victor lives	B
Her triumphs for his death were vain	A2
And spoke her terror of his life too plain	A2
The mighty years begin the days draw nigh	A
In which	E2
that one	E
of Lewis' many wives	B
Who by the baleful force of guilty charms	B
Has long enthrall'd him in her wither'd arms	B
Shall o'er the plains from distant towers on high	A
Cast around her mournful eye	A
And with prophetic sorrow cry	A
Why does my ruin'd lord retard his flight	F2
As well the wolf may venture to engage	G2
The angry lion's generous rage	G2
The ravenous vulture and the bird of night	F2
As safely tempt the stooping eagle's flight	F2
As Lewis to unequal arms defy	A
Yon hero crown'd with blooming victory	C
Just triumphing o'er rebel rage restrain'd	H2
And yet unbreathed from battles gain'd	H2
See all yon dusty fields quite cover'd o'er	M
With hostile troops and Orange at their heart	I2
The great designs of labouring Fate	U
Orange the name that tyrants dread	T
He comes our ruin'd empire is no more	M
Down like the Persian goes the Gallic throne	D
Darius flies young Ammon urges on	I
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Now from the dubious battle's mingled heat	O
Let Fear look back and stretch her hasty wing	J2
Impatient to secure a base retreat	O
Let the pale coward leave his wounded king	J2
For the vile privilege to breath	W
To live with shame in dread of glorious death	W
In vain for Fate has swifter wings than Fear	M
She follows hard and strikes him in the rear	M
Dying and mad the traitor bites the ground	K2
His back transfix'd with a dishonest wound	K2
Whilst through the fiercest troops and thickest press	B
Virtues carries on success	B
Whilst equal Heaven guards the distinguish'd brave	L2
And armies cannot hurt whom angels save	L2
	-
Virtue to verse immortal lustre gives	B
Each by the other's mutual friendship lives	B
AEneas suffer'd and Achilles fought	M2
The hero's acts enlarged the poet's thought	M2
Or Virgil's majesty and Homer's rage	G2
Had ne'er like lasting Nature vanquish'd age	G2
Whilst Lewis then his rising terror drowns	B
With drums' alarms and trumpets' sounds	B
Whilst hid in arm'd retreats and guarded towns	B
From danger as from honour far	M
He bribes close Murder against open War	M
In vain your Gallic Muses strive	N2
With labour'd verse to keep his fame alive	N2
Your mouldering monuments in vain you raise	B
On the weak basis of the tyrant's praise	B
Your songs are sold your numbers are profane	A2
'Tis incense to an idol given	E
Meat offer'd to Prometheus' man	O2
That had no soul from Heaven	E
Against his will you chain your frighted king	J2
On rapid Rhine's divided bed	T
And mock your her whilst ye sing	J2
The wounds for which he never bled	T
Falsehood does poison on your praise diffuse	B
And Lewis' fear gives death on Boileau's muse	B
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On its own worth true majesty is rear'd	P2
And Virtue is her own reward	H
With solid beams and native glory bright	F2
She neither darkness dreads nor covets light	F2
True to herself and fix'd to in born laws	B
Nor sunk by spite nor lifted by applause	B
She from her settled orb looks calmly down	Q2
On life or death a prison or a crown	Q2
When bound in double chains poor Belgia lay	Z
To foreign arms and inward strife a prey	Z
Whilst one good man buoy'd up her sinking state	U
And Virtue labour'd against Fate	U
When Fortune basely with Ambition join'd	R2
And all was conquer'd but the patriot's mind	Q
When storms let loose and raging seas	B
Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelm	C
Forced not the faithful pilot from his helm	C
Nor all the Siren songs of future peace	B
And dazzling prospect of a promised crown	Q2
Could lure his stubborn virtue down	Q2
But against charms and threats and hell he stood	S2
To that which was severely good	S2
Then had no trophies justified his fame	C
No poet bless'd his song with Nassau's name	C
Virtue alone did all that honour bring	J2
And Heaven as plainly pointed out the King	J2
As when he at the altar stood	S2
In all his types and robes of power	M
Whilst at his feet religious Britain bow'd	T2
And own'd him next to what we there adore	M
	-
Say joyful Maese and Boyne's victorious flood	U2
For each has mix'd his waves with royal blood	U2
When William's armies pass'd did he retire	M
Or view from far the battle's distant fire	M
Could he believe his person was too dear	M
Or use his greatness to conceal his fear	M
Could prayers or sighs the dauntless hero move	V2
Arm'd with heaven's justice and his people's love	W2
Through the first waves he wing'd his venturous way	Z
And on the adverse shore arose	B
Ten thousand flying deaths in vain oppose	B
Like the great ruler of the day	Z
With strength and swiftness mounting from the sea	C
Like him all day he toil'd but long in night	F2
The god has eased his wearied light	F2
Ere vengeance left the stubborn foes	B
Or William's labours found repose	B
When his troops falter'd stept not he between	X2
Restored the dubious fight again	Y2
Mark'd out the coward that du	Z2