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Yet what avail'd this fugitive Succefs? What Perth's diftinguifh'd Zeal, or Lovat's fage

Addrefs?

What fierce Balmerino's undaunted Air,

Who with stern Smiles the Field of Death furvey'd ;

What wife Pitfligo's Skill, or Elcho's Care,

Or what ev'n Manchester's difloyal Aid ?* When Crawford, wafted from the Belgian Shore, Unfheath'd his dreaded Blade, diftain'd with Turkish Gore;

When Guest and Blakeney, in Britannia's Cause Firm and unfhaken, check'd their rapidCourfe; And last, to rescue our endanger'd Laws,

When youthful William, with refiftless Force, Eager purfued them o'er the Tweed and Spey, And dafh'd Rebellion's Hopes on fam'd Culloden's Day.

So perish all whom Rome's enfnaring Arts,
And Gallia's flattering Promifes, excite
To rob our Sovereign of his Subjects Hearts,
And quench our pure Religion's Gopel-
Light!

So all have perifh'd, who, beguil'd by Pride, Have figh'd for Slavery's Yoke, and righteous Power defy'd.

*The Manchefer Regiment.

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What

What but Ambition, what but Pride, impell'd Those faithlefs Spirits in the Realms above, Who once in Glory and in Bliss excell❜d, Obedient only to the Law of Love,

To fill Heaven's peaceful Regions with Alarms, "And dare," with impious Rage, "th' Omnipotent to Arms ?"

But foon, "hurl'd headlong from th' æthereal Sky,"

For ever exil'd from those bleft Domains, (As fings our matchlefs Bard*)" referv'd they lie "In penal Fire and adamantine Chains ;" And there, convinc'd from whence their Sufferings fpring,

Too late they fee their Crime, and own th' Eternal King.

1764.

NOTES.

In a Meadow, called Running-mede, between Staines and Windfor, King John figned Magna Charta, and the Charter of Forefs, in the Year 1215.

2 The Battle of Culloden was fought near the Banks of the Spey.

3 On K. William's first alighting from his Horfe [after his Wound] a Deferter had gone over to the Enemy with the News, which was carried quickly into France, where it was taken for granted that he could not long outlive fuch a Wound: So it ran over that Kingdom that he was dead, and upon it there were more public Rejoicings than had been usual upon the greatest Victories. BURNET.

4 Namur is fituated on the Conflux of the Rivers Maefe and Sambre.

* Par. Left, B. 1.

WE

ODE V.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE.

E own the fovereign Power of Jove,
Proclaim'd by Thunder from above:

A present Deity we know,

2

While great Auguftus rules below;
For haughty 3 Parthia courts his Chain,
And Britain fwells his wide Domain.
Gods! could a Roman tamely bend,
5 Could Craffus' Veteran condefcend
To ferve th' infulting Mede for Life,
• Match'd with a bafe Barbarian Wife,
7 Forgetful of the Roman Name,
The facred Shields, and Vefta's Flame,
While fove the Capitol retain'd,
And Rome without a Rival reign'd!
9 A Crime fo fatal to prevent,
Old Regulus refus'd Confent

To flavish Terms, which he forefaw
A Curfe on future Times would draw;
And mov'd, the recreant Youths fhould lie,
Unranfom'd, in Captivity.

I faw, he cry'd, the Punic Foes
Our Standards in their 10 Fanes expofe;
"Their Gates unfolded, and the Plain,
12 Laid waste by us, now till'd again:

• I faw

I faw their Arms, a bloodless Prey, • From our base Soldiers torn away, And free-born Romans coward Hands

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Behind them ty'd in fervile Bands.
Say, will they now more brave return,
And with Increase of Courage burn?
This 13 Ruin adds to Infamy:

As to the Fleece, in Tyrian Dye
Once dipp'd, no Industry nor Art
Its native Whitenefs can impart ;
So, when fair Virtue once is ftain'd,
• Her Glofs can never be regain'd.
When, disentangled from the Snare,

The Hind her Hunter's Lance fhall dare,
• That Wretch with martial Rage may glow,
• Who yielded to a faithlefs Foe,

And, in his Turn, the Battle gain,

Who, fearing Death, could wear a Chain,
Nor knew, uniting Peace with Strife,
• Valour his only Chance for Life.
• O Carthage! to our endless Shame,
Rais'd on the ruin'd Roman Name !'
He faid; and, 14 with averted Face,
Declin'd his Confort's chafte Embrace,
As now a Slave, and to be lov'd
Unworthy; and his Sons remov'd;

While to the Ground, with Thought intent,
15 His awful Eyes he fternly bent,
Till he the wavering Senate's Voice
Had fix'd, to authorize a Choice,

16 Which

15 Which He, He only, could have made :
Then, by his Friends in vain delay'd,
Though confcious of the dreadful Fate,
Projected by Barbarian Hate,

17

From 18 Relatives, who prefs'd his Stay,
And ftruggling Crowds, he broke away,
Serene, as when, from Noife and Strife,
And all the bufy Cares of Life,'
He fought 19 Venafrum's sweet Recefs,
Th' Abode of Peace and Happiness !

NOTES.

The Defign of Horace, in this Ode, is to praise Auguftus for having humbled the Parthians and the Britons by the fole Terror of his Arms; which he does with great Addrefs, flightly touching on the latter, and enhancing the Advantage gained by Auguftus over the Parthians, by comparing it with the Victory they had obtained over Crafus and the Romans. Horace was then about 47 Years old. DACIER.

1 Cælo tonantem credidimus Jovem

Regnare.]

This Comparison of Auguftus to Jupiter is elegant. The one convinces the World by his Thunder, that HE reigns in Heaven; the other fhows by his Victories, that he is a God on Earth. The following Lines in the 12th Ode of the first Book may ferve as a Comment on this Paffage:

Te minor latum reget æquus orbem;
Tu gravi curru quaties Olympum,
Tu parum caftis inimica mittes

Fulmina lucis.

Subject to Thee only, He fhall govern the wide World with Equity: Thou shalt fhake Olympus with thy dreadful Chariot. Thou shalt launch thy vengeful Bolts against polluted Groves."

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