An Ode To the Honourable Major-General Wade On Occasion of His Disarming the Highlands. Imitated from Horace. To which is added, The Fourth Ode, Translated from the Fourth Book of the same Author. By Mr. Welsted |
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To the Honourable Major-General WADE.
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AN ODE To the Honourable Major-General WADE,
Imitated from HORACE, Lib. 1.
Some future Garth, brave Chief, shall sing,
Grac'd with a Plume of Homer's Wing,
Thy Toils by Land, and on the Main;
The Toils, thou hast not borne in vain!
In the bleak Highlands Trophies won,
Or underneath th'Iberian Sun.
Grac'd with a Plume of Homer's Wing,
Thy Toils by Land, and on the Main;
The Toils, thou hast not borne in vain!
In the bleak Highlands Trophies won,
Or underneath th'Iberian Sun.
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We aim not, valiant WADE, to tell,
On a feebly sounding Shell,
These, nor the like Heroic Things!
The high Demands of injur'd Kings!
Nor Popery's relentless Rage,
Murd'ring Childhood, murd'ring Age!
On a feebly sounding Shell,
These, nor the like Heroic Things!
The high Demands of injur'd Kings!
Nor Popery's relentless Rage,
Murd'ring Childhood, murd'ring Age!
The vengeful Prussian in the Field;
Nor stubborn Pole, untaught to yield!
My Nature, fearful to aspire,
And the chaste Nymph, that rules the Lyre,
Forbid me in unequal Lays
To lessen Thine and GEORGE's Praise.
Nor stubborn Pole, untaught to yield!
My Nature, fearful to aspire,
And the chaste Nymph, that rules the Lyre,
Forbid me in unequal Lays
To lessen Thine and GEORGE's Praise.
What happy Poet, Great NASSAU,
Arm'd in Adamant, shall draw?
Or dauntless Gallway's Acts reveal,
Mangled all o'er with Spanish Steel?
Or Stanhope, in his Life's short Span,
Thro' Wisdom's Dictates, more than Man?
Arm'd in Adamant, shall draw?
Or dauntless Gallway's Acts reveal,
Mangled all o'er with Spanish Steel?
Or Stanhope, in his Life's short Span,
Thro' Wisdom's Dictates, more than Man?
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The Virgin's Griefs, or Lovers' Joys,
Domestick Cares, and harmless Toys,
Better suit the Lestrian Muse;
Such Levities for Song I chuse,
Whether untouch'd by Cupid's Dart,
Or Harriot ling'ring in my Heart.
Domestick Cares, and harmless Toys,
Better suit the Lestrian Muse;
Such Levities for Song I chuse,
Whether untouch'd by Cupid's Dart,
Or Harriot ling'ring in my Heart.
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HORACE, Ode IV. Book IV.
Like to the thunder-bearing Bird,
Who rap'd not Ganymede in vain;
For his Faith by Jove preferr'd,
O'er the vague feather'd Race to reign;
Who rap'd not Ganymede in vain;
For his Faith by Jove preferr'd,
O'er the vague feather'd Race to reign;
Him from his Nest, with eager Mind,
His Youth and Eagle-Vigour flings,
E'er yet he knows to stem the Wind,
Or ballance in Mid-Air his Wings:
His Youth and Eagle-Vigour flings,
E'er yet he knows to stem the Wind,
Or ballance in Mid-Air his Wings:
The Winter's stormy Season o'er,
When Winds of Spring invite to fly,
Quiv'ring he ventures to explore
Unwonted Tracts in open Sky:
When Winds of Spring invite to fly,
Quiv'ring he ventures to explore
Unwonted Tracts in open Sky:
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At length, to the Sheeps' trembling Lives
He makes his keen impetuous Way;
On the fell Dragon, next, he drives,
Thro' Thirst of Combat, and of Prey.
He makes his keen impetuous Way;
On the fell Dragon, next, he drives,
Thro' Thirst of Combat, and of Prey.
Or like the Lion's Whelp! a Brood
Fresh from the Dam, to Slaughter new;
Whom, at Hand to drink its Blood,
The sweetly-browzing Kid does view:
Fresh from the Dam, to Slaughter new;
Whom, at Hand to drink its Blood,
The sweetly-browzing Kid does view:
Thus, dreadful, on the Alpine Coast,
Young Drusus was in Arms descry'd;
When lo! the fierce Barbarian Host,
That long had ravaged far and wide,
Young Drusus was in Arms descry'd;
When lo! the fierce Barbarian Host,
That long had ravaged far and wide,
Swift re-conquer'd did perceive
The Soul, that in the Neroes reign'd!
And what a Hero could atchieve,
Beneath the Eye of Cæsar train'd!
The Soul, that in the Neroes reign'd!
And what a Hero could atchieve,
Beneath the Eye of Cæsar train'd!
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The Fruits, where great Examples aid,
That blossom in the gen'rous Mind!
And how a Monarch's Cares persuade,
With a Father's Love combin'd!
That blossom in the gen'rous Mind!
And how a Monarch's Cares persuade,
With a Father's Love combin'd!
'Tis true, the Son's still like the Sire,
And Valour is of Valour born;
Their Native Worth, and Parent Fire,
The Heifer and the Steed adorn:
And Valour is of Valour born;
Their Native Worth, and Parent Fire,
The Heifer and the Steed adorn:
Nor does the timid heartless Dove
From the Loins of Eagles roll:
Yet Education's Powers improve
Our inborn Energy of Soul;
From the Loins of Eagles roll:
Yet Education's Powers improve
Our inborn Energy of Soul;
Learning corrects and forms the Heart,
And gives to latent Virtue Rise;
Undisciplin'd, and rude of Art,
The noblest Natures warp to Vice.
And gives to latent Virtue Rise;
Undisciplin'd, and rude of Art,
The noblest Natures warp to Vice.
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What by the Neroes has been done,
O Rome, thy Honour to sustain,
The Laurels at Metauros won,
And Asdrubal, in Battel slain,
O Rome, thy Honour to sustain,
The Laurels at Metauros won,
And Asdrubal, in Battel slain,
Shall tell; and that recorded Day,
Which, first in Beams of Conquest bright,
All beauteous! chas'd the Clouds away,
That mournful Italy in Night
Which, first in Beams of Conquest bright,
All beauteous! chas'd the Clouds away,
That mournful Italy in Night
Involv'd; what Time, by Wrath divine,
The Moor thro' our pale Cities past,
Like crack'ling Flames thro' Woods of Pine,
Or o'er the Main the Eastern Blast:
The Moor thro' our pale Cities past,
Like crack'ling Flames thro' Woods of Pine,
Or o'er the Main the Eastern Blast:
Thenceforth, in brighter Terror ran
Rome's Fortune, and still strength'ning grew;
Her Altars to revive began;
Her Guardian Gods all smil'd anew:
Rome's Fortune, and still strength'ning grew;
Her Altars to revive began;
Her Guardian Gods all smil'd anew:
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At length, false Hannibal, dismay'd,
Thus gave his bursting Anguish way;
We, a Herd of Deer, he said,
We, to ravenous Wolves a Prey,
Thus gave his bursting Anguish way;
We, a Herd of Deer, he said,
We, to ravenous Wolves a Prey,
Our Country, voluntary, leave
To hunt a Foe, most dreadful Game!
Whom but to 'scape from, or deceive,
I count for Victory and Fame:
To hunt a Foe, most dreadful Game!
Whom but to 'scape from, or deceive,
I count for Victory and Fame:
The valiant Nation, from the Fires
Of Troy, thro' stormy Seas, that bore
Her Gods, her Sons, and aged Sires,
To Ausonia's promis'd Shore;
Of Troy, thro' stormy Seas, that bore
Her Gods, her Sons, and aged Sires,
To Ausonia's promis'd Shore;
Like Oaks, lopp'd by the sounding Ax,
On Mountains, that brown Shades invest;
Thro' Loss, thro' Harms, does stronger wax,
And triumphs more, the more distrest:
On Mountains, that brown Shades invest;
Thro' Loss, thro' Harms, does stronger wax,
And triumphs more, the more distrest:
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Not Hydra, from its Wounds renew'd,
Against Alcides stouter rose;
Griev'd in his Soul to be subdu'd!
Nor e'er did Colchian Realms disclose,
Against Alcides stouter rose;
Griev'd in his Soul to be subdu'd!
Nor e'er did Colchian Realms disclose,
Nor Thebes, a Prodigy so great:
Immerse her deep in Ocean's Womb;
More dreadful springs she from her Fate!
Or grapple with this Monster, Rome;
Immerse her deep in Ocean's Womb;
More dreadful springs she from her Fate!
Or grapple with this Monster, Rome;
The fresh victorious Host with Glory
She shall o'erthrow, and Wars maintain,
Of Wives and wond'ring Maids the Story!
No more to Carthage, greatly vain,
She shall o'erthrow, and Wars maintain,
Of Wives and wond'ring Maids the Story!
No more to Carthage, greatly vain,
Shall I the Conqueror's Tidings send:
Now that brave Asdrubal is dead,
The Punic Name is at an End,
And all our Hopes, for ever, fled:
Now that brave Asdrubal is dead,
The Punic Name is at an End,
And all our Hopes, for ever, fled:
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No Honour shall be e'er deny'd
To the happy Claudian Star,
Whom Jove does bless, and Prudence guide
Thro' the dread Extremes of War.
To the happy Claudian Star,
Whom Jove does bless, and Prudence guide
Thro' the dread Extremes of War.
FINIS.
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