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 Sent to salute their brethren,—sent to tell Their great exploits, and give new laws to hell.


 * I see the Spaniards, once erect and vain,

Humbled in pride, and prostrate on the plain; I see the corses of Batavians lie A prey to ev'ry bird that wings the sky. I see th’Italians, an unmanly brood, With strength exhausted, floating on the flood: No friendly dolphin wafts them o'er the main, They sing, alas! their own funereal strain.


 * No more, my muse, anticipate the woes,

Nor paint the suff'rings of our falling foes: Not from revenge this mournful war they wage, But mad ambition, and the Consul's rage.