The SAME ODE Imitated.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE.

To Colonel RICHARD KING.

On Sir EDWARD HAWKE's Victory over the French Fleet off Belleifle.

AY, Veteran Friend, belov'd Remain Of Marlb'rough's Chiefs and Anna's Reign, When shall we, at your focial Board, By Friendship chear'd, with Plenty stor'd, What Fame refounds with Joy repeat, And toaft our Hawke's victorious Fleet? So all your Toils, in Days of yore, Were well repaid, on Danube's Shore, When by your Arms his wondering Flood Was fwell'd with France's choiceft Blood, Fruitless (for fuch the Will of Heaven) Her Faith to proud Bavaria given, To fix him on Germania's Throne, Or make th' Imperial Crown her own.

But could fhe think this Realm would deign Again to wear base Slavery's Chain,

Impos'd alike on Church and State;
So foon forgetful of its Weight,
Forgetful of thy Tortures, Rome,

Of Bonner's Rage, and Cranmer's Doom?
On Vannes' Plains, in Vannes' Bay,

Her Troops were rang'd, her Transports lay;

Destin'd,

Deftin'd, by Conflans' Guardian-Care,
To make thefe envy'd Islands share
Her late Difgrace on Cherbourg's Coafts,
The Horrors of invading Hofts:
But foon fhe faw, in Floods of Fire,
Her Glory fink, her Hopes expire ;
And foon the Billows, ftain'd with Gore,
Proclaim'd, her Navy was no more.
Such, at La Hogue, was James's Dread,
When Ruffel fought, and Tourville fled.

Sing, Patriot Mufe, the Thanks we owe
To Hawke, to Keppel, and to Howe!
In British and Hibernian Verse

Their Names to lateft Times rehearse !!
Senates and Princes fhall repay

With juft Rewards this glorious Day ::
Ne'er was a Day of more Renown
In Britain or Hibernia known,

Though Blake ftill fwells the Trump of Fame,,
And Boyne ftill murmurs William's Name.,

By Sea fubdued, as late on Land,

At Minden, by a British Band,

France coins her Plate, and dares no more
Sing loud Te Deums, as of yore:
And now, the Relicks of the Fight
To Spain precipitate their Flight,
Or fhatter'd, range the ftormy Main,
Or lurk behind thy Shoals, Vilaine !
A Briton born, I ne'er repine
For coftly Draughts of Gallic Wine:

Port

Port is my Liquor; with the best,

My Friend, you welcome every Gueft:
Our Fears for Britain now fhall cease

Where ftands the Toaft?'Tis George and Peace. 1759.

NOTE.

The Battle of Blenheim, (the most memorable in this Age) was fought Aug. 2, 1704. Col. King was then Engineer. He had a Horfe fhot under him. He was present also at most of the other Battles and Sieges under the Duke of Marlborough in the several Stations of Affiftant Quarter-Mafter General, Aid de Camp, Captain, and Lieutenant Colonel, of Foot, till the Begin ning of 1711, when he was made Colonel of the Artillery, and Quarter-Mafter General of the Forces, fent with Brigadier Hill against Quebec: After the Peace of Utrecht he went with the fame General to take Poffeffion of Dunkirk. Being Executor to Dr. Woodward, the Colonel, in 1728, erected a Monument to his Memory in Westminster Abbey, and, as his furviving Trustee, has. now the fole Nomination of the Woodwardian Lecturer at Cambridge.

ODE X.

On MAVI U S.

N an unlucky Hour, the Ship

Of filthy Mævius fails;

His Voyage may the South oppose

With inaufpicious Gales!

Let the rough Eaft his Cordage tear,
And splinter all his Oars;

And

1

And Boreas rage, as on the Hills

Through fhatter'd Oaks he roars!
When fad Orion fets, let no
Propitious Star appear,

To guide his Veffel through the Night,
And the thick Darkness chear!
May such tempeftuous Billows rife,
As those the Grecians knew,
When + Pallas all her Rage from Troy
On impious Ajax threw!

Your Sailors fweat; and, yellow-pale,

To Jove averse you pray

With Female Clamours, while the Leak
Admit the foaming Sea.
If your grofs Carcass shall become

To Cormorants a Prize,

I to the Winds a luftful Goat
And Lamb will facrifice.

NOTE S.

This Ode on the Voyage of a bad Poet may be confidered as a Contraft to that on the Voyage of a good one, Book I. Ode 3. and the one is as much inferior to the other as Mævius was to Virgil. Dacier is of Opinion that this Ode was written fome Time before that.

1 Aquilo.] This is the N. N. E. Wind; this being the most contrary to thofe who fail from Italy to Greece. On this Account, when Virgil fet fail for Athens, Horace prayed Eolus to let loose no Wind but łapyx, the W. N. W.

2 Qua triflis Orion cadit.] The Setting of Orion is always tormy. Thus, Book III. Ode 27.

Sed

1

Sed vides quanto trepidat tumultu

Pronus Orion?

It fets towards the End of November.

3 Sidus amicum.] He means the Conftellation of Caflor and Pollux.

4 Cum Pallas, &c.] The Greeks afcribed this Tempeft to the Wrath of Pallas, in Revenge for the Affront Ajax had offered her, by violating Caffandra in her Temple.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE

H! Pettius, I no more indite

A My Lyric Numbers with Delight,

Nor think of aught but Love.
Since first I fpurn'd Inachia's Chain
Thrice Winter has refum'd his Reign]
O'er every leaflefs Grove.

I blufh, reflecting how my Name
The Topic of Difcourfe became
Through all this fpacious Town;
Where, by a downcaft Look, and Breaft
That heav'd with Sighs, at every Feast
The Lover foon was known.

• Merit, if poor, can nought avail,
• When weigh'd with Riches in the Scale,'
Tears ftreaming from my Eyes,