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As careless dames, whom wine and sleep betray
To frantic dreams, their infants overlay :
So there fometimes the raging ocean fails,
And her own brood exposes; when the whales
Against sharp rocks, like reeling vessels, quash'd,
Though huge as mountains, are in pieces dash'd :
Along the shore their dreadful limbs lie scatter'd ;
Like hills with earthquakes, shaken, torn, and shatter'd.
Hearts sure of brass they had, who tempted first
Rude seas, that spare not what themselves have nurit.
The welcome news, through all the nation spread,
To sudden joy, and hope, converts their dread:
What lately was their public terror, they
Behold with glad eyes as a certain prey :
Dispose already of th' untaken spoil;
And, as the purchase of their future toil,
These share the bones, and they divide the oil.
So was the huntsman by the bear opprest,
Whose hide he fold-before he caught the beast!

They man their boats, and all the young men arm
With whatsoever may the monsters harm;
Pikes, halberts, spits, and darts that wound so far ;
The tools of peace, and instruments of war.
Now was the time for vigorous lads to show
What love, or honour, could invite them to :
A goodly theatre! where rocks are round
With reverend age, and lovely lasses, crown'd.
Such was the lake which held this dreadful pair,
Within the bounds of noble Warwick's Thare :

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Warwick's bold Earl! than which no title bears
A greater sound among our British Peers.
And worthy he the memory to renew,
The fate and honour, to that title due;
Whose brave adventures have transfer'd his name,
And through the new world spread his growing fame.-

But how they fought, and what their valour gain'd,
Shall in another Canto be contain'd.

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Strook with a harping-ir’n the younger foc:
Who, when he felt his fide fo rudely goar’d,
Loud, as the sea that nourish'd him, he roar'd.
As a broad bream to please some curious taste,
While yet alive, in boiling water cast,
Vex'd with unwonted heat, he flings about
The scorching brass, and hurls the liquor out:
So, with the barbed javelin ftung, he raves;
And scourges with his tail the suffering waves.
Like Spenser's Talus with his iron flail,
He threatens ruin with his ponderous tail ;
Diffolving at one stroke the batter'd boat,
And down the men fall drenched in the moat:
With every fierce encounter they are forc'd
To quit their boats, and fare like men unhors d,

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The bigger whale like some huge carrack lay, Which wantęth sea-room with her foes to play : Slowly she swims, and when provok'd she would Advance her tail, her head falutes the mud : The shallow water doth her force infringe, And renders vain her tail's impetuous swinge: The shining steel her tender sides receive, And there, like bees, they all their weapons leave.

This sees the cub, and does himself oppose
Betwixt his cumber'd mother and her foes :
With desperate courage he receives her wounds,
And men and boats his active tail confounds.
Their forces join'd the seas with billows fill,
And make a tempest, though the winds be still.

Now would the men with half their hoped prey
Be well content; and with this cub away :
Their wish they have; he (to direct his dam
Unto the gap through which they thither came)
Before her swims, and quits the hostile lake;
A prisoner there, but for his mother's fake.
She, by the rocks compell’d to stay behind,
Is by the vastness of her bulk confin'd.
They shout for joy! and now on her alone
Their fury falls, and all their darts are thrown.
Their lances spent, one, bolder than the rest,
With his broad sword provok'd the sluggish beast :
Her oily fide devours both blade and left:
And there his steel the bold Bermudan left.
Courage the rest from his example take,
And now they change the colour of the lake:

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Blood flows in rivers from her wounded fide,
As if they would prevent the tardy tide,
And raise the flood to that propitious height,
As might convey her from this fatal.streight:
She swims in blood, and blood does spouting throw
To heaven, that heaven men's cruelties might know.
Their fixed javelins in her side she wears,
And on her back a grove of pikes appears :
You would have thought, had you the monster seen
Thus drest, she had another island been.
Roaring the tears the air with such a noise,,
As well resembled the conspiring voice
Of routed armies, when the field is won;
To reach the ears of her escaped son.
He, though a league removed from the foe,
Hastes to her aid: the pious * Trojan so,
Neglecting for Creüsa’s life his own,
Repeats the danger of the burning town.
The men amazed blush to see the seed
Of monsters, human piety exceed.
Well proves this kindness what the Grecian sung,
That Love's bright mother from the ocean sprung.
Their courage droops, and hopeless now they with
For composition with th' unconquer'd fish:
So the their weapons would restore, again
Through rocks they'd hew her passage to the Main.
But how instructed in each other's mind ?
Or whạt commerce can men with monsters find ?

* Æneas.

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Not daring to approach their wounded foe,
Whom her courageous son protected fo;
They charge their musquets, and with hot desire
Of fell revenge, renew the fight with fire:
Standing aloof, with lead they bruise the scales,
And tear the flesh, of the incensed whales.
But no success their fierce endeavours found,
Nor this way could they give one fatal wound.
Now to their Fort they are about to send,
For the loud engines which their isle defend :
But what thofe Pieces, fram'd to batter walls,
Would have effected on those mighty whales.
Great Neptune will not have us know; who sends
A tide so high, that it relieves his friends.
And thus they parted with exchange of harms;
Much blood the monsters loft, and they their arms,

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I dare not fing what you

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To read the passion which they write:
She strikes my lute, but, if it found,
Threatens to hurl it on the ground:
And I no less her anger dread,
Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead,
While some fierce lion do: embrace
His breathless corpse, and lick his face :
Wrap'd up in filent fear he lies,
Torn all in pieces if he cries.

OF

PEACE, babbling Muse!

indite;

Her eyes

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