Edmund Goldsmid, Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry
“ From Eastern climes, lo, Hastings! late return'd, His struggles ended, and his fame well earn'd, Illustrious Stateman! [13] to a distant age Thy name shall live and grace th'historic page; There licens'd falsehoods [14] shall no more prevail, Nor Dodsley publish [15] Edmund's annual tale. When France, exulting, deem'd our ruin near, And Hyder's progress struck each Chief with fear; When hostile nations press'd in league combin'd, Collected, firm, and dauntless was thy mind; Inspir'd by Hastings, Coote [16] : the seasons brav'd, Embark'd his succours, and a kingdom sav'd. ”
