The miscellaneous works and novels of R. C. Dallas ::

Arouse Britannia! Neptune's care!
Nor let thy troubled breast despair,
While thou hast heroes bold.
Daughter of an immortal thou!
And ne'er to demon arts shall bow,
While I the trident hold.

Britannia rouse! the times recall
When thou hast made the proud to fall,
Nor yield to vain alarms.
Iberia in her proudest day
At Howard's mercy humbled lay,
And Drake repell'd her arms.

Of late, when honour's voice supprest,
The lawless tyrant's pow'r confest,
She basely join'd the foe,
Her pompous sides the main o'erspread;
His little fleet St. Vincent led,
And laid Iberia low.

To Gallia turn, e'er Gallia's fate,
With wanton pow'r, had chang'd her state,
And view thy trophied story.

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Remember Rooke and Russell's days,
Brave Hawke and Rodney in a blaze
Of wide extended glory.

And when mad Gallia, charg'd with gore,
The sceptre from her monarch tore,
Would make all nations bow;
Thy sons indignant round thee press'd,
Resolv'd to smite her pride-swoln crest;
The blow was struck by Howe.

Turn to Batavia's sluggish lake,
And recognize thy god-like Blake—
E'en now she dreads thy name:
But know thy genius tempts her forth,
And gives the warrior of the north
To rival ancient fame.

University of Virginia Library

II. NEPTUNE'S SONG.