But if some one approach to dare his force, He swings his tail, and swiftly turns him round; With one paw seizes on his trembling horse, And with the other tears Him to the ground. Amidst these toils succeeds the balmy night; Now hissing waters the quench'd guns restore; And weary waves, withdrawing from the fight, Lie lull'd and panting on the silent shore. The moon shone clear on the becalmed flood, That happy sun, (said he) will rise again, Who twice victorious did our navy see: And I alone must view him rise in vain, Without one ray of all his star for me. Yet, like an English General will I die, The sea's a tomb that's proper for the brave.' Restless he pass'd the remnant of the night, But now, his stores of ammunition spent, Thus far had Fortune pow'r, he forc'd to stay, For now brave Rupert from afar appears, The anxious Prince had heard the cannon long, And from that length of time dire omens drew Of English overmatch'd, and Dutch too strong, Who never fought three days, but to pursue. Then, as as an eagle, who with pious care And finds her callow infants forc'd away: Stung with her love, she stoops upon the plain, With such kind passion hastes the Prince to fight, And spreads his flying canvass to the sound: Him, whom no danger, were he there, could fright, Now, absent, every little noise can wound. As in a drought the thirsty creatures cry, And with wet wings joys all the feather'd train. With such glad hearts did our despairing men The Dutch, who came like greedy hinds before, To reap the harvest their ripe ears did yield, Now look like those, when rolling thunders roar, And sheets of lightning blast the standing field. Full in the Prince's passage hills of sand And dangerous flats in secret ambush lay, Where the false tides skim o'er the cover'd land, And seamen with dissembled depths betray. The wily Dutch, who, like fall'n angels, fear'd But he, unmov'd, contemns their idle threat, And inbred worth doth boasting valour slight. Heroic virtue did his actions guide, And he the substance not the' appearance chose : To rescue one such friend he took more pride, Than to destroy whole thousands of such foes. But when approach'd, in strict embraces bound, Rupert and Albemarle together grow: He joys to have his friend in safety found, Which he to none but to that friend would owe, The cheerful soldiers, with new stores supplied, Thus re-inforc'd, against the adverse fleet, Still doubling ours, brave Rupert leads the way: With the first blushes of the morn they meet, And bring night back upon the new-born day. His presence soon blows up the kindling fight, And his loud guns speak thick like angry men: It seem'd as slaughter had been breath'd all night, And Death new-pointed his dull dart again. The Dutch too well his mighty conduct knew, And matchless courage, since the former fight: Whose navy still a stiff-stretch'd cord did shew, Till he bore in, and bent them into flight. The wind he shares, while half their fleet offends His open side, and high above him shows: Upon the rest at pleasure he descends, And, doubly harm'd, he double harms bestows. Behind, the General mends his weary pace, The' increasing sound is borne to either shore, And for their stakes the throwing nations fear: Their passions double with the cannons' roar, And with warm wishes each man combats there. Plied thick and close as when the fight begun, And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight, Their ships like wasted patrimonies show; Where the thin scattering trees admit the light, And shun each other's shadows as they grow. The warlike Prince had sever'd from the rest Already batter'd, by his lee they lay, In vain upon the passing winds they call; The passing winds through their torn canvass play, And flagging sails on heartless sailors fall. Their open'd sides receive a gloomy light, When one dire shot, the last they could supply, All three, now helpless, by each other lie, So have I seen some fearful hare maintain |