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AN ODE, ON LORD NELSON'S VICTORY over THE DANES.

1801.
Again thou inspirest!—I fly to my pen;
Thy deeds to emblazon, thou bravest of men!
Nor should Nelson a muse independent disdain;
When her poet is proud to make one of thy train:
For pervious to fancy all stations are found;
She rejoiced at the Nile; she exults at the Sound.
Thus in Rome to their height, arts, and victories grew;
Still the Nine with her eagles triumphantly flew.

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Of war, from the south to the north, spread the fire;
And Horace rekindled it's flame, on his lyre.
But from Calpe to Ganges, by Rome were there found
Such laurels as bloom on the Nile, and the Sound?
Ye croakers, at length, drop your dissonant voice;
Of our worthies employed rail no more at the choice:
Yet your mere opposition but rivets their claim;
It fixes, immortal, each luminous name.
Ever near the bright substance of merit is found
Of dark envy the shade, from the Nile to the Sound.
Hereafter, your malice; your impotent rage,
Shall our history transmit, in her durable page;
Contrasted with patriots, the factious unfold,
As captives, and slaves graced the triumphs of old:
For since first the sun rose, from the Nile to the Sound,
Where a hero sprung up, a Thersites was found.
Unequalled exploits will with ease be believed;
When a Pitt formed the plan which a Nelson atchieved.

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Blest isle! for thy strength; for thy fame are combined,
The brave pulse of the heart; the vast powers of the mind!
For say, can such valour; such talents be found,
If glory we trace from the Nile to the Sound!