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THE
CAMPAIGN:
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POEM, &c.
WHile Crouds of Princes Your Deserts proclaim,Proud in their Number to enroll Your Name;While Emperors to You commit their Cause,And ANNA's Praises crown the vast Applause;Accept, Great Leader, what the Muse recites,That in ambitious Verse attempts Your Fights,Fir'd and transported with a Theme so new:Ten Thousand Wonders op'ning to my View,Shine forth at once, Sieges and Storms appear,And Wars and Conquests fill th'Important Year;Rivers of Blood I see, and Hills of Slain,An Iliad rising out of One Compaign.
The Haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring Pride,His ancient Bounds enlarg'd on ev'ry Side;Pirene's lofty Barriers were subdu'd,And in the midst of his wide Empire stood;Ausonia's States, the Victor to restrain,Oppos'd their Alps and Appenines in vain,Nor found themselves, with strength of Rocks immur'd,Behind their Everlasting Hills secur'd;The rising Danube its long Race began,And half its Course through the new Conquests ran;Amaz'd and anxious for her Sov'raign's Fates,Germania trembled through a Hundred States;
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