John Philips, Blenheim, a Poem (1705)
“ Enkindles like Desire of high Exploits. Immediate Sieges, and the Tire of War Rowl in thy eager Mind; thy Plumy Crest Nods horrible, with more terrific Port Thou walk'st, and seem'st already in the Fight. ”
John Philips, Blenheim, a Poem (1705)
“ Enkindles like Desire of high Exploits. Immediate Sieges, and the Tire of War Rowl in thy eager Mind; thy Plumy Crest Nods horrible, with more terrific Port Thou walk'st, and seem'st already in the Fight. ”
John Philips, Blenheim, a Poem (1705)
“ From diff'rent Climes the Flow'r of Youth descends Down to the Lusitanian Vales, resolv'd With utmost Hazard to Enthrone their Prince, Gallic, or Austrian; Havoc dire ensues, And wild Uproar: The Natives, dubious whom They must Obey, in Consternation wait, 'Till rigid Conquest will pronounce their Liege. ”
John Philips, Blenheim, a Poem (1705)
“ Best Men, that Warr'd still firmly for their Prince, Thô Faithless, and Unshaken Duty shew'd; Worthy of Better End. Where Cities stood, Well Fenc'd, and Numerous, Desolation Reigns, And Emptiness, dismay'd, unfed, unhous'd, The Widow, and the Orphan Strole around The Desart wide; with oft retorted Eye They view the Gaping Walls, and Poor Remains Of Mansions, once their own (now loathsome Haunts Of Birds obscene) , bewailing loud the Loss Of Spouse, or Sire, or Son, e'er Manly Prime Slain in sad Conflict, and complain of Fate As Partial, and too Rigorous ”