TO
The Right Honourable
Mr. HARLEY,
ON
His first Appearing in Publick, after the Wound
given Him by Guiscard.
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AT last dispelling His lov'd Country's Fears,
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Again Great HARLEY at the Helm appears:
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Gives Life to Europes Cause, supports His QUEEN,
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And adds new Motion to the State-Machine.
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Abroad the haughty Gallic Tyrant grieves,
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And Faction dies at Home, while HARLEY lives.
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Dire Guiscard, with Infernal Rage possess'd,
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Destin'd his Steel to ANNA's sacred Breast.
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Baffled in That, he acts his Second Part;
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And strives to Stab Her in Her HARLEY'S Heart.
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Tho' nearer to Success, he misses still;
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Ev'n There he only Stabs, but cannot Kill.
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Yet on th' extremest Brink of Fate We stood:
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The just not mortal Wound!--- The flowing Blood!---
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Amaz'd We saw the Wretch advance so far,
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And with One Stroak almost conclude the War.
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To
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To Thee, Great Man, the Muse her faint Essays
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Thus makes; unknowing how her Strains to raise,
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How to Congratulate, or how to Praise.
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Fain with th' admiring World she would rejoice,
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And add her Triumphs to the Publick Voice.
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Caesar, amidst His Pomp and purple Pride,
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Stab'd in the Senate, by the Senate dy'd.
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Greater Thy Glory! With one Common Breath
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The Senate welcomes Thee escap'd from Death.
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Tho' not His Fall, Thou shar'st His better Fate,
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Like Him administring th' Affairs of State;
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Like Him Immortal, like Him Wise and Great.
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Thy Foes by this Attempt advance Thee higher,
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And ev'n their Treasons with Thy Worth conspire.
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By this Attempt they eterniz'd Thy Name,
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Design'd Thy Death, and gave Thee Deathless Fame.
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So when on Romulus bold Traytors ran,
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Furious t' Assassinate th' Immortal Man;
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Jove snatch'd Him from their Rage: With wondring Eyes
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They saw the living Hero mount the Skies,
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Born to the Realms above thro' Paths untrod;
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And where They meant a Murder, made a God.
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