The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase. Джозеф Аддисон

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spacious hollow where his eye-ball rolled,

        A ghastly orifice: he rinsed the wound,

        And washed away the strings and clotted blood

        That caked within; then, stalking through the deep,

        He fords the ocean, while the topmost wave

        Scarce reaches up his middle side; we stood

        Amazed, be sure; a sudden horror chill

        Ran through each nerve, and thrilled in every vein,

        Till, using all the force of winds and oars,

        We sped away; he heard us in our course,

        And with his outstretched arms around him groped,

        But finding nought within his reach, he raised

        Such hideous shouts that all the ocean shook.

        Even Italy, though many a league remote,

        In distant echoes answered; Ætna roared,

        Through all its inmost winding caverns roared.

           Roused with the sound, the mighty family

        Of one-eyed brothers hasten to the shore,

        And gather round the bellowing Polypheme,

        A dire assembly: we with eager haste

        Work every one, and from afar behold

        A host of giants covering all the shore.

           So stands a forest tall of mountain oaks

        Advanced to mighty growth: the traveller

        Hears from the humble valley where he rides

        The hollow murmurs of the winds that blow

        Amidst the boughs, and at the distance sees

        The shady tops of trees unnumbered rise,

        A stately prospect, waving in the clouds.

      THE CAMPAIGN, A POEM.

      TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH

                              Rhení pæator et Istri.

        Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia cessit

        Ordinibus; læctatur eques, plauditque senator,

        Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.

                                               CLAUD. DE LAUD. STILIC.

      Esse aliquam in terris gentem quæ suâ impensâ, suo labore ac periculo bella gerat pro libertate aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquæ vicinitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis præstet. Maria trajiciat: ne quod toto orbe terrarum injustum imperium sit, et ubique jus, fas, lex, potentissima sint. LIV. HIST. lib. 36.

        While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,

        Proud in their number to enrol your name;

        While emperors to you commit their cause,

        And Anna's praises crown the vast applause;

        Accept, great leader, what the Muse recites,

        That in ambitious verse attempts your fights.

        Fired and transported with a theme so new,

        Ten thousand wonders opening to my view

        Shine forth at once; sieges and storms appear,

        And wars and conquests fill the important year,

        Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain,

        An Iliad rising out of one campaign.

           The haughty Gaul beheld, with towering pride,

        His ancient bounds enlarged on every side,

        Pirene's lofty barriers were subdued,

        And in the midst of his wide empire stood;

        Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain,

        Opposed their Alps and Apennines in vain,

        Nor found themselves, with strength of rocks immured,

        Behind their everlasting hills secured;

        The rising Danube its long race began,

        And half its course through the new conquests ran;

        Amazed and anxious for her sovereign's fates,

        Germania trembled through a hundred states;

        Great Leopold himself was seized with fear;

        He gazed around, but saw no succour near;

        He gazed, and half abandoned to despair

        His hopes on Heaven, and confidence in prayer.

           To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes,

        On her resolves the Western world relies,

        Confiding still, amidst its dire alarms,

        In Anna's councils and in Churchill's arms.

        Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent,

        To sit the guardian of the continent!

        That sees her bravest son advanced so high,

        And flourishing so near her prince's eye;

        Thy favourites grow not up by fortune's sport,

        Or from the crimes or follies of a court;

        On the firm basis of desert they rise,

        From long-tried, faith, and friendship's holy ties:

        Their sovereign's well-distinguished smiles they share,

        Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war;

        The nation thanks them with a public voice,

        By showers of blessings Heaven approves their choice;

        Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost,

        And factions strive who shall applaud them most.

           Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky,

        Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly;

        Her chief already has his march begun,

        Crossing the provinces himself had won,

        Till the Moselle, appearing from afar,

        Retards the progress of the moving war.

        Delightful stream, had Nature bid her fall

        In distant climes, far from the perjured Gaul;

        But now a purchase to the sword she lies,

        Her harvests for uncertain owners rise,

        Each vineyard doubtful of its master grows,

        And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows.

        The discontented shades of slaughtered hosts,

        That wandered on her banks, her heroes' ghosts,

        Hoped, when they saw Britannia's arms appear,

        The vengeance due to their great deaths was near.

           Our godlike leader, ere the stream he passed,

        The mighty scheme of all his labours cast,

        Forming the wondrous year within his thought;

        His bosom glowed with battles