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ODE ON THE DUKE OF YORK's SECOND DEPARTURE FROM ENGLAND AS REAR ADMIRAL.
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ODE ON THE DUKE OF YORK's SECOND DEPARTURE FROM ENGLAND AS REAR ADMIRAL.
Written aboard the Royal George.
Again the royal streamers play!
To glory Edward hastes away:
Adieu, ye happy sylvan bowers,
Where pleasure's sprightly throng await!
Ye domes, where regal grandeur towers
In purple ornaments of state!
Ye scenes where virtue's sacred strain
Bids the tragic Muse complain!
Where satire treads the comic stage,
To scourge and mend a venal age;
Where music pours the soft, melodious lay,
And melting symphonies congenial play!
Ye silken sons of ease, who dwell
In flowery vales of peace, farewel!
To glory Edward hastes away:
Adieu, ye happy sylvan bowers,
Where pleasure's sprightly throng await!
Ye domes, where regal grandeur towers
In purple ornaments of state!
Ye scenes where virtue's sacred strain
Bids the tragic Muse complain!
Where satire treads the comic stage,
To scourge and mend a venal age;
Where music pours the soft, melodious lay,
And melting symphonies congenial play!
Ye silken sons of ease, who dwell
In flowery vales of peace, farewel!
In vain the goddess of the myrtle grove
Her charms ineffable displays;
In vain she calls to happier realms of love,
Which spring's unfading bloom arrays:
In vain her living roses blow,
And ever vernal pleasures grow;
The gentle sports of youth no more
Allure him to the peaceful shore:
Arcadian ease no longer charms,
For war and fame alone can please.
His throbbing bosom beats to arms,
To war the hero moves, through storms and wintry seas.
Her charms ineffable displays;
In vain she calls to happier realms of love,
Which spring's unfading bloom arrays:
In vain her living roses blow,
And ever vernal pleasures grow;
The gentle sports of youth no more
Allure him to the peaceful shore:
Arcadian ease no longer charms,
For war and fame alone can please.
His throbbing bosom beats to arms,
To war the hero moves, through storms and wintry seas.
CHORUS.
The gentle sports of youth no moreAllure him to the peaceful shore,
For war and fame alone can please;
To war the hero moves, through storms and wintry seas.
Though danger's hostile train appears
To thwart the course that honour steers;
Unmov'd he leads the rugged way,
Despising peril and dismay:
His country calls; to guard her laws,
Lo! every joy the gallant youth resigns;
Th' avenging naval sword he draws,
And o'er the waves conducts her martial lines:
Hark! his sprightly clarions play;
Follow where he leads the way!
The piercing fife, the sounding drum,
Tell the deeps their master's come.
To thwart the course that honour steers;
Unmov'd he leads the rugged way,
Despising peril and dismay:
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Lo! every joy the gallant youth resigns;
Th' avenging naval sword he draws,
And o'er the waves conducts her martial lines:
Hark! his sprightly clarions play;
Follow where he leads the way!
The piercing fife, the sounding drum,
Tell the deeps their master's come.
CHORUS.
Hark! his sprightly clarions play;Follow where he leads the way!
The piercing fife, the sounding drum,
Tell the deeps their master's come.
Thus Alcmena's warlike son
The thorny coast of virtue run,
When, taught by her unerring voice,
He made the glorious choice:
Severe, indeed, th' attempt he knew,
Youth's genial ardours to subdue:
For pleasure Venus' lovely form assum'd;
Her glowing charms, divinely bright,
In all the pride of beauty bloom'd,
And struck his ravish'd sight.
Transfix'd, amaz'd,
Alcides gaz'd:
Enchanting grace
Adorn'd her face,
And all his changing looks confest
Th' alternate passions in his breast:
Her swelling bosom half reveal'd;
Her eyes, that kindling raptures fir'd,
A thousand tender pains instill'd,
A thousand flatt'ring thoughts inspir'd:
Persuasion's sweetest language hung
In melting accent on her tongue:
Deep in his heart the winning tale
Infus'd a magic power;
She prest him to the rosy vale,
And show'd th' Elysian bower:
Her hand, that trembling ardours move,
Conducts him blushing to the blest alcove:
Ah! see, o'erpower'd by beauty's charms,
And won by love's resistless arms,
The captive yields to nature's soft alarms!
The thorny coast of virtue run,
When, taught by her unerring voice,
He made the glorious choice:
Severe, indeed, th' attempt he knew,
Youth's genial ardours to subdue:
For pleasure Venus' lovely form assum'd;
Her glowing charms, divinely bright,
In all the pride of beauty bloom'd,
And struck his ravish'd sight.
Transfix'd, amaz'd,
Alcides gaz'd:
Enchanting grace
Adorn'd her face,
And all his changing looks confest
Th' alternate passions in his breast:
Her swelling bosom half reveal'd;
Her eyes, that kindling raptures fir'd,
A thousand tender pains instill'd,
A thousand flatt'ring thoughts inspir'd:
Persuasion's sweetest language hung
In melting accent on her tongue:
Deep in his heart the winning tale
Infus'd a magic power;
She prest him to the rosy vale,
And show'd th' Elysian bower:
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Conducts him blushing to the blest alcove:
Ah! see, o'erpower'd by beauty's charms,
And won by love's resistless arms,
The captive yields to nature's soft alarms!
CHORUS.
Ah! see, o'erpower'd by beauty's charms,
And won by love's resistless arms,
The captive yields to nature's soft alarms!
Assist, ye guardian powers above!
From ruin save the son of Jove!
By heavenly mandate virtue came,
And check'd the fatal flame;
Swift as the quivering needle wheels,
Whose point the magnet's influence feels.
Inspir'd with awe,
He turning saw
The nymph divine
Transcendent shine;
And, while he view'd the godlike maid,
His heart a sacred impulse sway'd:
His eyes with ardent motion roll,
And love, regret, and hope, divide his soul.
But soon her words his pain destroy,
And all the numbers of his heart,
Return'd by her celestial art,
Now swell'd to strains of nobler joy.
Instructed thus by virtue's lore,
His happy steps the realms explore
Where guilt and error are no more:
The clouds that veil'd his intellectual ray,
Before her breath dispelling, melt away:
Broke loose from pleasure's glittering chain,
He scorn'd her soft inglorious reign:
Convinc'd, resolv'd, to virtue then he turn'd,
And in his breast paternal glory burn'd.
And won by love's resistless arms,
The captive yields to nature's soft alarms!
Assist, ye guardian powers above!
From ruin save the son of Jove!
By heavenly mandate virtue came,
And check'd the fatal flame;
Swift as the quivering needle wheels,
Whose point the magnet's influence feels.
Inspir'd with awe,
He turning saw
The nymph divine
Transcendent shine;
And, while he view'd the godlike maid,
His heart a sacred impulse sway'd:
His eyes with ardent motion roll,
And love, regret, and hope, divide his soul.
But soon her words his pain destroy,
And all the numbers of his heart,
Return'd by her celestial art,
Now swell'd to strains of nobler joy.
Instructed thus by virtue's lore,
His happy steps the realms explore
Where guilt and error are no more:
The clouds that veil'd his intellectual ray,
Before her breath dispelling, melt away:
Broke loose from pleasure's glittering chain,
He scorn'd her soft inglorious reign:
Convinc'd, resolv'd, to virtue then he turn'd,
And in his breast paternal glory burn'd.
CHORUS.
Broke loose from pleasure's glittering chain,He scorn'd the soft inglorious reign:
Convinc'd, resolv'd, to virtue then he turn'd,
And in his breast paternal glory burn'd.
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So when on Britain's other hope she shone,
Like him the royal youth she won:
Thus taught, he bids his fleet advance
To curb the power of Spain and France:
Aloft his martial ensigns flow,
And hark! his brazen trumpets blow!
The wat'ry profound,
Awak'd by the sound,
All trembles around:
While Edward o'er the azure fields
Fraternal wonder wields:
High on the deck around he stands,
And views around his floating bands
In awful order join:
They, while the warlike trumpet's strain,
Deep sounding, swells along the main,
Extend the embattl'd line.
Then Britain triumphantly saw
His armament ride
Supreme on the tide,
And o'er the vast ocean give law.
Like him the royal youth she won:
Thus taught, he bids his fleet advance
To curb the power of Spain and France:
Aloft his martial ensigns flow,
And hark! his brazen trumpets blow!
The wat'ry profound,
Awak'd by the sound,
All trembles around:
While Edward o'er the azure fields
Fraternal wonder wields:
High on the deck around he stands,
And views around his floating bands
In awful order join:
They, while the warlike trumpet's strain,
Deep sounding, swells along the main,
Extend the embattl'd line.
Then Britain triumphantly saw
His armament ride
Supreme on the tide,
And o'er the vast ocean give law.
CHORUS.
Then Britain triumphantly sawHis armament ride
Supreme on the tide,
And o'er the vast ocean give law.
Now with shouting peals of joy,
The ships their horrid tubes display,
Tier over tier in terrible array,
And wait the signal to destroy:
The sailors all burn to engage:
Hark! hark! their shouts arise,
And shake the vaulted skies!
Exulting with Bacchanal rage.
Then, Neptune, the hero revere,
Whose power's superior to thine!
And, when his proud squadrons appear,
The trident and chariot resign!
The ships their horrid tubes display,
Tier over tier in terrible array,
And wait the signal to destroy:
The sailors all burn to engage:
Hark! hark! their shouts arise,
And shake the vaulted skies!
Exulting with Bacchanal rage.
Then, Neptune, the hero revere,
Whose power's superior to thine!
And, when his proud squadrons appear,
The trident and chariot resign!
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CHORUS.
Then, Neptune, the hero, revere,Whose power's superior to thine!
And, when his proud squadrons appear,
The trident and chariot resign!
Albion, wake thy grateful voice!
Let thy hills and vales rejoice:
O'er remotest hostile regions
Thy victorious flags are known;
Thy resistless martial legions
Dreadful move from zone to zone;
Thy flaming bolts unerring roll,
And all the trembling globe controul:
Thy seamen, invincibly true,
No menace, no fraud can subdue:
To thy great trust
Severely just,
All dissonant strife they disclaim;
To meet the foe
Their bosoms glow,
Who only are rivals in fame.
Let thy hills and vales rejoice:
O'er remotest hostile regions
Thy victorious flags are known;
Thy resistless martial legions
Dreadful move from zone to zone;
Thy flaming bolts unerring roll,
And all the trembling globe controul:
Thy seamen, invincibly true,
No menace, no fraud can subdue:
To thy great trust
Severely just,
All dissonant strife they disclaim;
To meet the foe
Their bosoms glow,
Who only are rivals in fame.
CHORUS.
Thy seamen, invincibly true,No menace, no fraud, can subdue:
All dissonant strife they disclaim,
And only are rivals in fame.
For Edward tune your harps, ye nine!
Triumphant strike each living string;
For him, in ecstacy divine
Your choral Io Pæans sing!
For him your festive concerts breathe!
For him your flowery garlands wreathe!
Wake! O wake the joyful song!
Ye fauns of the woods,
Ye nymphs of the floods,
The musical current prolong!
Ye Sylvans, that dance on the plain,
To swell the grand chorus accord!
Ye Tritons, that sport on the main,
Exulting, acknowledge your lord!
Till all the wild numbers combin'd,
That floating proclaim
Our Admiral's name,
In symphony roll on the wind!
Triumphant strike each living string;
For him, in ecstacy divine
Your choral Io Pæans sing!
For him your festive concerts breathe!
For him your flowery garlands wreathe!
Wake! O wake the joyful song!
Ye fauns of the woods,
Ye nymphs of the floods,
The musical current prolong!
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To swell the grand chorus accord!
Ye Tritons, that sport on the main,
Exulting, acknowledge your lord!
Till all the wild numbers combin'd,
That floating proclaim
Our Admiral's name,
In symphony roll on the wind!
CHORUS.
Wake! O wake the joyful song!Ye Sylvans, that dance on the plain,
Ye Tritons, that sport on the main,
The musical current prolong!
O! while confenting Britons praise,
Those votive measures deign to hear;
For thee the Muse awakes her lays,
For thee th' unequal viol plays,
The tribute of a soul sincere.
Nor thou, illustrious chief! refuse
The incense of a Nautic Muse!
For ah! to whom shall Neptune's sons complain,
But him whose arms unrivall'd rule the main?
Deep on my grateful breast
Thy favour is imprest;
No happy son of wealth or fame
To court a royal patron came!
A hapless youth, whose vital page
Was one sad lengthen'd tale of woe,
Where ruthless fate, impelling tides of rage,
Bad wave on wave in dire succession flow:
To glittering stars, and titled names unknown,
Preferr'd his suit to thee alone.
The tale your sacred pity mov'd;
You felt, consented, and approv'd.
Then touch my strings, ye blest Pierian quire!
Exalt to rapture every happy line!
My bosom kindle with Promethean fire!
And swell each note with energy divine;
No more to plaintive sounds of woe
Let the vocal numbers flow!
Perhaps the chief to whom I sing
May yet ordain auspicious days,
To wake the lyre with nobler lays,
And tune to war the nervous string.
Tho' all the powers of genius he possess,
For who, untaught in Neptune's school,
Tho' disciplin'd by classic rule,
With daring pencil can display
The fight that thunders on the watery way,
And all its horrid incidents express?
To him, my Muse, these warlike strains belong
Source of my hope, and patron of thy song.
Those votive measures deign to hear;
For thee the Muse awakes her lays,
For thee th' unequal viol plays,
The tribute of a soul sincere.
Nor thou, illustrious chief! refuse
The incense of a Nautic Muse!
For ah! to whom shall Neptune's sons complain,
But him whose arms unrivall'd rule the main?
Deep on my grateful breast
Thy favour is imprest;
No happy son of wealth or fame
To court a royal patron came!
A hapless youth, whose vital page
Was one sad lengthen'd tale of woe,
Where ruthless fate, impelling tides of rage,
Bad wave on wave in dire succession flow:
To glittering stars, and titled names unknown,
Preferr'd his suit to thee alone.
The tale your sacred pity mov'd;
You felt, consented, and approv'd.
Then touch my strings, ye blest Pierian quire!
Exalt to rapture every happy line!
My bosom kindle with Promethean fire!
And swell each note with energy divine;
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Let the vocal numbers flow!
Perhaps the chief to whom I sing
May yet ordain auspicious days,
To wake the lyre with nobler lays,
And tune to war the nervous string.
Tho' all the powers of genius he possess,
For who, untaught in Neptune's school,
Tho' disciplin'd by classic rule,
With daring pencil can display
The fight that thunders on the watery way,
And all its horrid incidents express?
To him, my Muse, these warlike strains belong
Source of my hope, and patron of thy song.
CHORUS.
To him my Muse, these warlike strains belong!Source of my hope, and patron of thy song.
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