5>8 Miscellaneous Poe m s.

Come from thy learn’d Caflalian Springs,

And stretch aloft thy Pegasean Wings :

Strike the loud Pindaric Strings,

Like the Lark, who soars and sings ;

And as you fail the liquid Skies,

Cast on § Menapian Fields your weeping Eyes : "■

For weep they surely must,

To see the bloody annual Sacrifice ;

To think how the neglected Dust,

Which, with Contempt, is basely trod,

Was once the Limbs of Captains, brave and just,

1 he Mortal Part of some great Demi-God ;

Who for thrice fifty Years of stubborn War,With staught’ring Arnss, the Gun and Sword,Have dug the mighty Sepulchre,

And fell as Martyrs or. Record,

Of Tyranny reveng’d, and Liberty restor’d.

VI.

See, where at J.uder.ard, wjth Heaps of Slain,

Th’ Heroic Man, infpir’dly brave,

Mowing across, bestrews the Plain,

And with new Tenants crowds the wealthy GraveHis Mind unshaken at the frightful Scene,

His Looks as chearfully serene,

The routed Battle to pursue,

At once adorn'd the Paphian Queen,

When to her J brad mi Paramour Ihe flew.

The gath’ring Troops he kens from far,

And with a Bridegroom’s Passion and Delight,

Courting the Wat, and glowing for the Fight,

The new Salmcneus meets the C.eltic Thunderer.

Ah, cursed Pride ! Infernal Dream !

Which drove him to this wild Extream,

That Dust a Deity should seem ;

Be thought, as thro’ the wond’ring Streets he rode,

Th’ immortal Man, or mortal God :

With

§' Menapii, wcere the ancient Inhalitants of Flanders.