2And now their native coasts appear, Britannia's hills their summits rear Above the German main;
Fond to suppose their dangers o'er, They southward coast along the shore, Thy waters, gentle Thames, to gain.
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Full forty guns Seraphis bore,
And Scarb'ro's Countess twenty-four, Mann'd with Old England's boldest tars-- What flag that rides the Gallic seas
Shall dare attack such piles as these, Design'd for tumults and for wars!
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Now from the topmast's giddy height A seaman cry'd--"Four sail in sight "Approach with favouring gales;" Pearson, resolv'd to save the fleet, Stood off to sea these ships to meet, And closely brac'd his shivering sails.
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With him advanc'd the Countess bold,
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Like a black tar in wars grown old:
And now these floating piles drew nigh;
But, muse, unfold what chief of fame In th' other warlike squadron came, Whose standards at his mast head fly.
6
'Twas Jones, brave Jones, to battle led
As bold a crew as ever bled
Upon the sky surrounded main;[Pg 77] The standards of the Western World Were to the willing winds unfurl'd, Denying Britain's tyrant reign.
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The Good Man Richard led the line; The Alliance next: with these combine The Gallic ship they Pallas call:
The Vengeance, arm'd with sword and flame,
These to attack the Britons came-- But two accomplish'd all.
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Now Phoebus sought his pearly bed: But who can tell the scenes of dread, The horrors of that fatal night!
Close up these floating castles came;
The Good Man Richard bursts in flame;
Seraphis trembled at the sight.
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She felt the fury of her ball,
Down, prostrate down, the Britons fall; The decks were strew'd with slain:
Jones to the foe his vessel lash'd; And, while the black artillery flash'd, Loud thunders shook the main.
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Alas! that mortals should employ Such murdering engines, to destroy That frame by heav'n so nicely join'd; Alas! that e'er the god decreed
That brother should by brother bleed,
And pour'd such madness in the mind.[Pg 78]
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But thou, brave Jones, no blame shalt bear; The rights of men demand thy care:
For these you dare the greedy waves-- No tyrant on destruction bent
Has planned thy conquests--thou art sent
To humble tyrants and their slaves.
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See!--dread Seraphis flames again-- And art thou, Jones, among the slain, And sunk to Neptune's caves below--
He lives--though crowds around him fall, Still he, unhurt, survives them all;
Almost alone he fights the foe.
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And can thy ship these strokes sustain? Behold thy brave companions slain,
All clasp'd in ocean's dark embrace.
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"Strike, or be sunk!"--the Briton cries-- "Sink, if you can!"--the chief replies, Fierce lightnings blazing in his face.
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Then to the side three guns he drew, (Almost deserted by his crew)
And charg'd them deep with woe:
By Pearson's flash he aim'd the balls; His main-mast totters--down it falls-- Tremendous was the blow.[43][Pg 79]
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Pearson as yet disdain'd to yield,
But scarce his secret fears conceal'd, And thus was heard to cry--
"With hell, not mortals, I contend; "What art thou--human, or a fiend, "That dost my force defy?
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"Return, my lads, the fight renew!" So call'd bold Pearson to his crew; But call'd, alas! in vain;
Some on the decks lay maim'd and dead;
Some to their deep recesses fled,
And more were bury'd in the main.[44]
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Distress'd, forsaken, and alone,
He haul'd his tatter'd standard down, And yielded to his gallant foe;
Bold Pallas soon the Countess took, Thus both their haughty colours struck, Confessing what the brave can do.
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But, Jones, too dearly didst thou buy These ships possest so gloriously, Too many deaths disgrac'd the fray:
Thy barque that bore the conquering flame,
That the proud Briton overcame,
Even she forsook thee on thy way;[Pg 80]
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For when the morn began to shine, Fatal to her, the ocean brine
Pour'd through each spacious wound; Quick in the deep she disappear'd,
But Jones to friendly Belgia steer'd, With conquest and with glory crown'd.
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Go on, great man, to daunt the foe, And bid the haughty Britons know They to our Thirteen Stars shall bend; The Stars that veil'd in dark attire, Long glimmer'd with a feeble fire,
But radiant now ascend;
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Bend to the Stars that flaming rise In western, not in eastern, skies, Fair Freedom's reign restor'd.
So when the Magi, come from far, Beheld the God-attending Star,
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They trembled and ador'd.
[42] This was the first poem
