ODES. CLASS THE SEVENTH. ODE I. ON THE SPANISH SUCCESSION. BY THE REV. SAMUEL COBB, M. A. THE Muse, who taught the Theban swan Old smiling Janus blest the new-born century ; (Not always the companion of the great) To honor things of meaner state, And to my song attentive bends. As Cytherea's feign'd to fly From amorous Gods, and leave the sky, Some favorite of mortal race, And there disclose the lustre of her eye, She calls me with a voice, that would excel To vindicate Euridice from Hell. Lo! from this abject Earth she seems to bear Like Virgil's Fame, she flies O'er tracts of sea, and spacious land Her foot upon the ground, her head above the skies. In the great monarch of the day. Not all the rolling lamps above will dare With the Phoebean to compare. Nor can the united wit of man below, As the Nassovian influence. Of the wrong'd priest, and ravish'd maid, What heroes, through thy passion slain, The pious virgin to detain, And combat against innocence and prayer! Wrongs to revenge, and succour the distress'd, William was always nigh, At the soft warning of a sigh, To thousand ills expos'd his valiant breast. And sunk into the womb of night, Soon as that hydra, Faction, rose, She saw, and stagger'd at his dazzling shine, Nor durst her multiplying heads oppose To virtue so divine. For William, if his counsel fails, When he hurl'd Typhon from th' affected skies Bruis'd with the marks of heavenly wrath, he fries He shifts his brawny side below, Still eager to renew his ancient war, Still to retort new mountains at the Thunderer. In vain he tosses fire, in vain He bites his adamantine chain, Struggles with Heaven's decree, and everlasting pain: Just penance! for the wretch who dare War against the Gods declare. Though to the vulgar this a fable seem, Dorset, sagacious Halifax, and those This dark enigma can disclose; |