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A poem to His Majesty, presented to the Lord Keeper by Mr. Addison, of Mag. Coll. Oxon.
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Addison, Joseph, 1672-1719.
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1695
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Wing A511; ESTC R10858
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A POEM TO HIS MAJESTY Presented to the LORD KEEPER By Mr. ADDISON of Mag. Coll. Oxon. LONDON Printed for Jacob Tonson at the Judge's-Head near the Inner-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet M DC XCV TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Sir John Sommers Lord Keeper of the Great Seal IF yet Your Thoughts are loose from State Affairs Nor feel the Burden of a Kingdom 's Cares If yet Your Time and Actions are Your own Receive the Present of a Muse unknown A Muse that in Advent'rous Numbers Sings The Rout of Armies and the Fall of Kings Brittain Advanc'd and Europe's Peace Restor'd By Sommer's Counsels and by NASSAU's Sword To You my Lord these daring Thoughts belong Who help'd to Raise the Subject of my Song To You the Hero of my Verse Reveals His Great Designs to You in Council tells His Inmost Thoughts determining the Doom Of Towns Unstorm'd and Battels yet to come And well cou'd You in Your Immortal Strains Describe his Conduct and Reward his Pains But since the State has all Your Cares engrost And Poetry in Higher Thoughts is lost Attend to what a lesser Muse Indites Pardon her Faults and Countenance her Flights On You my Lord with anxious Fear I wait And from Your Judgment must expect my Fate Who free from Vulgar Passions are above Degrading Envy or Misguided Love If You well-pleas'd shall Smile upon my Lays Secure of Fame my Voice I 'le boldly Raise For next to what You Write is what You Praise To the King WHen now the Business of the Field is o're The Trumpets sleep and Cannons cease to Roar When ev'ry dismal Eccho is decay'd And all the Thunder of the Battel laid Attend Auspicious Prince and let the Muse In humble Accents milder Thoughts infuse Others in bold Prophetick Numbers skill'd Set Thee in Arms and led Thee to the Field My Muse expecting on the Brittish Strand Waits Thy Return and welcomes Thee to Land She oft has seen Thee Pressing on the Foe When Europe was concern'd in ev'ry Blow But durst not in Heroick Strains rejoice The Trumpets Drums and Cannons drown'd her Voice She saw the Boyn run thick with Humane Gore And floating Corps lye beating on the Shore She saw Thee climb the Banks but tri'd in vain To Trace her Hero through the dusty Plain When thro' the thick Embattel'd Lines He broke Now plung'd amidst the Foes now lost in Clouds of Smoke O that some Muse Renown'd sor lofty Verse In daring Numbers wou'd Thy Toils reherse Draw Thee Belov'd in Peace and Fear'd in Wars Inur'd to Noon-day Sweats and Mid-night Cares But still the God-like Man by some hard Fate Receives the Glory of his Toils too late Too late the Verse the Mighty Act succeeds One Age the Hero one the Poet breeds A Thousand Years in full Succession ran E're Virgil rais'd his Voice and sung the Man Who driv'n by stress of Fate such Dangers bore On stormy Seas and a disastrous Shore Before he settl'd in the Promis'd Earth And gave the Empire of the World its Birth Troy long had found the Grecians bold and fierce E're Homer Muster'd up their Troops in Verse Long had Achilles quell'd the Trojans Lust And laid the Labour of the Gods in Dust Before the Tow'ring Muse began her Flight And drew the Hero Raging in the Fight Engag'd in tented Fields and rolling Floods Or Slaught'ring Mortals or a Match for Gods And here perhaps by Fate 's unerring Doom Some Mighty Bard lies hid in Years to come That shall in WILLIAM's God-like Acts engage And with his Battels warm a Future Age Hibernian Fields shall here thy Conquests show And Boyn be Sung when it has ceas'd to flow Here Gallick Labours shall advance Thy Fame And here Seneff shall wear another Name Our late Posterity with secret dread Shall view thy Battels and with Pleasure read How in the bloody Field too near advanc'd The guiltless Bullet on Thy Shoulder glanc'd The Race of NASS AUS was by Heav'n design'd To curb the proud Oppressors of Mankind To bind the Tyrants of the Earth with Laws And Fight in ev'ry Injur'd Nation 's Cause The World 's Great Patriots they for Justice call And as They Favour Kingdoms Rise or Fall Our Brittish Youth unus'd to Rough Alarms Careless of Fame and negligent of Arms Had long forgot to Meditate the Foe And heard unwarm'd the Martial Trumpet blow But now inspir'd by Thee with fresh delight Their Swords they brandish and require the Fight Renew their Antient Conquests on the Main And Act their Fathers Triumphs o're again Fire'd when they hear how Agincourt was strow'd With Gallic Corps and Cressy swam in Blood With eager warmth they Fight Ambitious all Who first shall storm the Breach or mount the Wall In vain the thronging Enemy by force Would clear the Ramparts and repel their course They break through all for WILLIAM leads the way Where Fires rage most and loudest Engines play Namure's late Terrours and Destruction show What WILLIAM warm'd with just Revenge can do Where once a thousand Turrets rais'd on high Their gilded Spires and glitter'd in the Skie An undistinguish'd heap of Dust is found And all the Pile lies smoaking on the ground His Toils for no Ignoble Ends design'd Promote the common Welfare of Mankind No wild Ambition moves but Europe's Fears The Cries of Orphans and the Widdows Tears Opprest Religion gives the first Alarms And Injur'd Justice sets him in his Arms His Conquests Freedom to the World afford And Nations Bless the Labours of His Sword Thus when the forming Muse wou'd Copy forth A perfect Pattern of Heroick Worth She sets a Man Triumphant in the Field O're Giants cloven down and Monsters kill'd Reeking in Blood and smeer'd with dust and sweat Whilst Angry Gods conspire to make him Great Thy Navy Rides on Seas before unprest And strikes a Terror through the Haughty East Algiers and Tunis from their sultry shore With horrour heat the Brittish Engines Roar Fain from the neighb'ring dangers wou'd they run And wish themselves still nearer to the Sun The Gallick Ships are in their Ports confin'd Deny'd the common use of Sea and Wind Nor dare again the Brittish Strength Engage Still they remember that destructive Rage Which lately made their trembling Host retire Stunn'd with the Noise and wrapt in Smoak and Fire The Waves with wide unnumber'd Wrecks were strow'd And Planks and Arms and Men promiscuous flow'd Spain's numerous Fleet that perisht on our Coast Cou'd scarce a longer Line of Battel boast The Winds cou'd hardly drive 'em to their Fate And all the Ocean labour'd with the weight Where-e're the Waves in restless Errors roll The Sea lies open now to either Pole Now may we safely use the Northern Gales And in the Polar Circle spread our Sails Or deep in Southern Climes secure from Wars New Lands explore and sail by other Stars Fetch uncontroll'd each Labour of the Sun And make the Product of the World our own At length Proud Prince Ambitious Lewis