The Poetical Entertainer Or, Tales, Satyrs, Dialogues, And Intrigues, &c. Serious and Comical. All digested into such Verse as most agreeable to the several Subjects. To be publish'd as often as occasion shall offer [by Edward Ward] |
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Upon the Prospct of Peace.
By J. K. Esq;
Hail Pious Queen! from thy auspicious Reign
Your Britain hopes for halcyon Days again,
Depress'd by Wars, and a long Chain of Woes,
Her Treasure wasted by insulting Foes,
She now looks up tow'rds Anna, in distress,
And in her Conduct hopes for Happiness,
Rears up her drooping Head, and smiles to see
So near a Prospect of Felicity;
Which sudden unexpected pleasing view,
She owes alone, Great Queen, to Heav'n and You,
Who have, at once, a glorious Peace restor'd,
And into Ploughshears turn'd the useless Sword,
Whilst Faction grins to see her Brood outdone,
And blinking throws her Envy at the Throne,
Unable to behold the dazling Scene,
So wisely manag'd by so bright a Queen,
Whose Predecessors lop'd the Hydra's Head,
But She alone hath struck the Monster dead,
Rescu'd her Kingdoms at one Blow, and aw'd
Her Enemies at home, and those abroad,
And by her just Resentments lets 'em see
The danger of provoking Majesty.
So kind forgiving Jove in Mercy bears
With Sinners, hoping for repenting Tears;
But when we glory in our impious Deeds,
He thunders Vengeance on our daring Heads.
Your Britain hopes for halcyon Days again,
Depress'd by Wars, and a long Chain of Woes,
Her Treasure wasted by insulting Foes,
She now looks up tow'rds Anna, in distress,
And in her Conduct hopes for Happiness,
Rears up her drooping Head, and smiles to see
So near a Prospect of Felicity;
Which sudden unexpected pleasing view,
She owes alone, Great Queen, to Heav'n and You,
Who have, at once, a glorious Peace restor'd,
And into Ploughshears turn'd the useless Sword,
Whilst Faction grins to see her Brood outdone,
And blinking throws her Envy at the Throne,
Unable to behold the dazling Scene,
So wisely manag'd by so bright a Queen,
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But She alone hath struck the Monster dead,
Rescu'd her Kingdoms at one Blow, and aw'd
Her Enemies at home, and those abroad,
And by her just Resentments lets 'em see
The danger of provoking Majesty.
So kind forgiving Jove in Mercy bears
With Sinners, hoping for repenting Tears;
But when we glory in our impious Deeds,
He thunders Vengeance on our daring Heads.
No more shall foreign Fields drink British Blood,
Or Armies prey upon their Country's good.
No more shall fatal War draw Widows Tears,
Or youthful Thousands drop at half their Years.
No more shall Sons be from their Parents torn,
Or loving Wives their absent Husbands mourn.
No more shall Dunkirk's plund'ring Privateers,
Ruin the Merchant or augment his Fears,
Since our bless'd Queen gives universal Peace,
And, as She ought, commands the British Seas.
Then rise, Britania, rescu'd from the Sword,
Thy former Glories are again restor'd;
Bow down thy Head, adore the Queen that reigns,
And teach thy factious Sons obedience,
That with united Hearts we all may pray,
Good Anna long may bear the Sov'reign sway,
Whose Wisdom hath redeem'd and set us free
From Slav'ry, Knav'ry, and Presbytery.
Or Armies prey upon their Country's good.
No more shall fatal War draw Widows Tears,
Or youthful Thousands drop at half their Years.
No more shall Sons be from their Parents torn,
Or loving Wives their absent Husbands mourn.
No more shall Dunkirk's plund'ring Privateers,
Ruin the Merchant or augment his Fears,
Since our bless'd Queen gives universal Peace,
And, as She ought, commands the British Seas.
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Thy former Glories are again restor'd;
Bow down thy Head, adore the Queen that reigns,
And teach thy factious Sons obedience,
That with united Hearts we all may pray,
Good Anna long may bear the Sov'reign sway,
Whose Wisdom hath redeem'd and set us free
From Slav'ry, Knav'ry, and Presbytery.
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