 | The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne |  |
To my dear Kinsman CHARLES Lord LANSDOWNE,
Upon the Bombardment of the Town of Granville in Normandy, by the English Fleet.
Tho' built by Gods, consum'd by hostile Flame,
Troy bury'd lies, yet lives the Trojan Name;
And so shall thine, tho' with these Walls were lost
All the Records our Ancestors could boast.
For Latium conquer'd, and for Turnus slain,
Æneas lives, tho' not one Stone remain
Where he arose: Nor art thou less renown'd
For thy loud Triumphs on Hungarian Ground.
Troy bury'd lies, yet lives the Trojan Name;
And so shall thine, tho' with these Walls were lost
All the Records our Ancestors could boast.
For Latium conquer'd, and for Turnus slain,
Æneas lives, tho' not one Stone remain
Where he arose: Nor art thou less renown'd
For thy loud Triumphs on Hungarian Ground.
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Those Arms which for nine Centuries had brav'd
The Wrath of Time, on antick Stone engrav'd,
Now torn by Mortars, stand yet undefac'd
On nobler Trophies, by thy Valour rais'd:
Safe on thy Eagle's Wings they soar above
The Rage of War, or Thunder to remove,
Borne by the Bird of Cæsar, and of Jove.
The Wrath of Time, on antick Stone engrav'd,
Now torn by Mortars, stand yet undefac'd
On nobler Trophies, by thy Valour rais'd:
Safe on thy Eagle's Wings they soar above
The Rage of War, or Thunder to remove,
Borne by the Bird of Cæsar, and of Jove.
| The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | |