LYRIC PO S Lewis, by fawningslaves ador'd, Bids you receive a * base -born lord Awake your cares! awake your sword ! 4 Factions amongst the fi Britons rise, And warringtongaes,andwild surmise, And burning zeal without her eyes. 6 A vote decides the blind debate ; Resolv'd, " 'Tis of diviner weight, To save the steeple, than the state." 6 The + bold machine is form'd & join'd To stretch the conscience, and to bind The native freedom of the mind. 7 Your grandsire's shadeawith jealouseye Frown down to see their offspring lie Careless, and let their eountry die. 8 If § Trevia fear to let you stand Against the Gaul with spear in hand, At least h petition for the land. The celebrated Victory of the Poles over Osman the Turkish Emperor in the DacianBattle. Translated from Casimire, B. IV. Od. 4. with large Additions. GADORthe old, the wealthyand the strong, Cheerful in years (nor of theheroicmuse Unknowing, nor unknown) held fair possessions Where flows the fruitful Danube : Se- venty springs Smild on his seed, and seventy harvest- moons [joy Fill'd his wide gran'ries with autumnal Still he resum'd the toil ; and fame re- ports, While he broke up new ground, and tir'd his plough In grassy furrows,the torn earth disclos'd Helmets, and swords (bright furniture of war [bones. Sleeping in rust) and heaps of mighty The sun descending to the western deep Bid him lie down and rest; he loos'd the yoke, Yet heldhiswearied oxen from their food With charmingnumbers,and uncommon song. Go, fellow - labourers, you may rove secure, Or feed beside me; taste the greens and boughs That you have long forgot; crop the sweet herb, *The Pretender, proclaimed king in France. t The Parliament. ., The bill against occasional- con- formity, 1702. § Mrs. Polhill of the family 'of the Lord Trevor. 11 Mr. Polhill was one of those five zealous gentlemen who presented the famous Kentish petition to the parlia -' ment, in the reign of King William, to hasten their supplies in order to support the king in his war with France. EMS. 275 And graze in safety, ,while the victor - Pole [still his eye Leans on his spear, and breathes ; yet Jealous and fierce. How large, old soldier, say, [Turks How fair a harvest of the slaughter'd Strew'd the Moldavian fields? What mighty piles Of vast destruction, and of hacian Fill and amaze my eyes ? Broad buck- lers lie (A vain defence) spread o'er the path- less bills, [habergeon, And coats of scaly steel, and hard Deep-bruis'd and emptyof Mahometan limbs. [a boy, This the fierce Saracen wore, (for when I was their captive, and remind their. dress:) [along Here the Polonians dreadful march'd along In august port, and regular array, Led on to conquest: Here the Turkish, chief (rang'd Presumptuous trod, and in rude order His long battalions, while his pop'lous towns [m arms, Pour'd out fresh troops perpetual, dress. Horrent in mail, and gay in spangled pride. O the dire image of the bloody fight These eyes have seen, when the capa- cious plain Was tbrong'd with Dacian spears; when polish'd helms And cdnvex gold blaz'd thick against the sun Restoring all his beams! but frowning war All gloomy, like a gather'd tempest, Stood wavering, and doubtful where to bend its fall. The storm of missive steel delay'd awhile By wise command ; fledg'd arrdws on the nerve And scimitar and sabrebore the sheath Reluctant; till the hollow brazen clouds Had bellow'd from each quarter of the field [sulph'rous fire. 'Loud thunder, and disgorg'd their Then banners wav'd, and arms were mix'd with arms: [fled, Thenjavelins answer'djavelins as they For both fled hissing death : With ad- verse edge [ous noise The crooked faulchions met; and hide- From clashing shields, thro' the long ranks of war. [storms Clang'd horrible. A thousand iron Roar diverse: And in harsh confusion drown The trumpet's silver sound. O rude effort Of harmony ! not all the frozen stores Ofthe cold North when pour'd in rat- tling hail Lash with such madness the Norwegian plains, s
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