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A poem on the taking of Namur, by his Majesty. By Mr. Denne.
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Denne, Mr. (Henry), b. 1670 or 1.
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1695
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A POEM ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR By His MAJESTY Tu maximus Ille es Vnus qui nobis cunctando restituis Rem Virgil By Mr. DENNE LONDON Printed for R. Cumberland at the Angel in St. Paul's Church-yard 1695. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE Lord CUTTS My Lord SO many Reasons concur to frame an Excuse for my Dedicating a thing of this nature to your Lordship that nothing but the Quality of the Present can refute ' em And I can scarce discharge my Conscience without freely owning it the Result of that Flame which the repeated Instances of your Valour unavoidably kindled in me There 's so much of the Hero in all your Vndertakings that they can't but inflame the dawning and revive the dying Courage For Light must have its Reflexion the Sun and Heat are inseparable and whate're it Touches it Warms My Lord Your Pen has testify'd your Contempt of Flattery But all the World confesses there appears in Your Lordship something so eminently great that it excludes the Possibility of it And we may well return upon you my Lord what you once said of our Late ever blessed Queen Your Soul is toucht with a Spark of that Fire which warms the Hearts of Angels and kindles Mortality into Desires that are immortal It invests you with something so glorious and divine that we can never have Eyes enough to admire you nor Tongues enough to praise you And here my Lord you have drawn your own Picture and none but your own Pen is worthy to describe You. But Providence has made You so eminently serviceable to his Majesty and your Country that 't is but our Duty to bring You those Lawrels which You have so much to your Cost and for our Security deserv'd When Danger appear'd emphatically itself and needed no Imagination to enlarge it when Death stood with his Dart almost visible and Heroes too much discover'd the Man and recoyl'd at the Apprehension then there appear'd in Your Lordship that Peculiarity of Soul that Spark of Fire which urg'd you on to out-face Destruction and even terrify the King of Terrors Then You did in the highest sence Virtutem extendere factis We see in You that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which is so observable in some Souls that we question our Alliance to them and not improbably fancy them of a sublimer Species And since the Antients rank'd those who were above the ordinary Level among their Divinities why may not we think there is some Discrimination tho not corporeal yet perhaps spiritual between them and quotidian Souls that they have some peculiar Tincture of Divinity and are a Kind of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a Mixture of Natures But now My Lord perhaps I 'me guilty of too much Flame and Digression But if ever any Consideration can give Rise to such a Thought 't is when I think upon your Lordship and I can't but incline to the Opinion and almost maintain it when Your Lordship's Actions are such strong Asserters of it But My Lord I have many Reasons that plead for my Dedication of this ensuing Concern to Your Lordship Not only the Quorum pars magna fuisti and your being so signally eminent in this Action an Action which silences the loud Encomiums of Boileau and transfers the unwilling Praises design'd for Lewis upon his Majesty King William as Mr. Motteux has happily done and makes the French Academies subservient to the English Glory Not only that You have formerly honour'd the Muses with Your Inclinations But my Lord You have before You a Muse educated in your own County recreated in the same ev'n in your own Groves drawing the same Air and which saw how happily the Vniversity of Cambridge discover'd her Judgment when she chose Your Lordship her Representative and so willingly seconded the Inclinations of the rest of the Kingdom I question not but that Illustrious Academy will be eager to send her Muses to congratulate Your Lordship's Safety and Honour amidst whom I hope you will pardon the perhaps too for Zeal of Your Lordship's Most Humble Obedient and Devoted Servant Henry Denne Trinity College Cambridge ON THE SIEGE OF NAMUR ONce more my Muse thy William is thy Theme The Briton's Glory and the VVorld's Esteem Thy utmost Thoughts the wondrous Man requires Heroic VVarmth for He himself inspires Exhaust thy Soul upon that mighty Name And to right William sound as loud as Fame But oh his worth is boundless as his Mind He soars and leaves the flagging Muse behind So sees the tow'ring Eagle from a far The Linnet flutt'ring in inferior Air. Each Year new Themes of Glory must afford When William's arm'd and weilds the British Sword His Ensign rear'd attending Annals wait All Europe's husht and Fame appears in State As at some wondrous Birth of long contriving Fate For he 's not call'd but when the VVorld's at stake And when its Freedom's strong Supporters shake Some Lewis Fate commanding must dccline And to a worthier Brow his Crown resign On other Thoughts I strain th' unwilling Fire Lies long conceal'd nor answers my Desire But when Heroic William is the Theme My Muse obeys and like some gentle Stream That softly sinks beneath the rising Swan Flows in an easy and a willing strain Then on I 'll go before the vulgar Throng A Zeal like mine demands an early Song Yet stay my Muse and since your Aim's so high Prune your young Wings the feeble Pinions try E're you presume to mount the dang'rous Sky Yet hark what Shouts arise what Armies those What Hero's That who presses on his Foes It must be William Haste my Muse and run Present your Laurels e're the Shouts are done Like morning Larks that mount to meet the Sun Again what Noise Ah! humbled Lewis falls While British Ensigns from the conquer'd Walls Wave at the backs of the retreating Gauls See Britain's Worthies see Batavia's there How god-like how adorably severe Their William looks while routed Foes despair View him bold Kneller and when e're you draw The God of War and Conquest paint Nassau Oh! what a Rapture to a Martial Eye In dire Array and dreadful Pomp to spy Armies resolv'd to conquer or to dye Methinks I see the matchless Feats of Arms At Namur wrought Oh how my Soul it warms The Tents are fixt surrounding Bands inclose Within their rocky Forts the num'rous Foes New sparks of Honour dignify the Brave Against the Walls their eager Swords they wave William their Soul the diff'rent Parties joyn'd Their daring Ensigns streaming in the Wind. While Arms on Arms reflecting dreadful Rays Affright the Foes who from their Ramparts gaze And now each Gen'ral to his Post repairs And urges Glory to the list'ning Ears Of martial Souls while deaf'ning shouts arise And each aloud the Neighb'ring Gauls defies Namur the destin'd Object of the War Severely pleasing rises in the Air So beauteous that it tempts the Warrior's Eye So strong he wishes but he dares not