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Till fired at length, he thinks it vain to spare His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war. In vengeance roused, the soldier fills his hand With sword and fire, and ravages the land, A thousand villages to ashes turns, In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns. _230 To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat, And mixed with bellowing herds confus'dly bleat; Their trembling lords the common shade partake, And cries of infants sound in every brake: The listening soldier fixed in sorrow stands, Loth to obey his leader's just commands; The leader grieves, by generous pity swayed, To see his just commands so well obeyed. But now the trumpet, terrible from far, In shriller clangors animates the war, _240 Confederate drums in fuller consort beat, And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat: Gallia's proud standards, to Bavaria's joined, Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind; The daring prince his blasted hopes renews, And while the thick embattled host he views Stretched out in deep array, and dreadful length, His heart dilates, and glories in his strength. The fatal day its mighty course began, That the grieved world had long desired in vain: _250 States that their new captivity bemoaned, Armies of martyrs that in exile groaned, Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeons heard, And prayers in bitterness of soul preferred, Europe's loud cries, that Providence assailed, And Anna's ardent vows, at length prevailed; The day was come when heaven designed to show His care and conduct of the world below. Behold, in awful march and dread array The long-expected squadrons shape their way! _260 Death, in approaching terrible, imparts An anxious horror to the bravest hearts; Yet do their beating breasts demand the strife, And thirst of glory quells the love of life. No vulgar fears can British minds control: Heat of revenge and noble pride of soul O'erlook the foe, advantaged by his post, Lessen his numbers, and contract his host. Though fens and floods possessed the middle space, That unprovoked they would have feared to pass, _270 Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's bands, When her proud foe ranged on their borders stands. But, O my Muse, what numbers wilt thou find To sing the furious troops in battle joined! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound The victor's shouts and dying groans confound
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