Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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COu'd I but use my Pen, as you your Sword,
I'd write in Blood, and kill at ev'ry Word:
The Rebels then my Muse's pow'r shou'd feel,
And find my Verse as fatal as your Steel.
But sure, Great Prince, none can presume to write
With such success as you know how to Fight;
Who carry in your Looks th' Events of War,
Design'd, like Caesar, for a Conquerour.
The World of your Atchievements are afraid,
And th' Rebels sly before you quite dismay'd.
And now, Great Prince, may you Victorious be,
Your Fame and Arms o'er-spreading Land and Sea.
May you our haughty Neighbours over-come,
And bring rich Spoils and peaceful Laurels home;
Whilst they their Ruine, or your Pardon meet,
Sink by your Side, or fall before your Feet.