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Rh Oh! ’twas a glorious Fate to die in Fight, To die, so bravely, in their Parents’ sight! Oh! had I there, beneath ' Hand, That bravest Hero of the Grecian Band, Pour’d out this Soul, with martial Glory fir’d, And in that Field triumphantly expir’d! Where fell, by fierce ' Spear, And great, the renown’d in War; Where ' Streams, incumber’d with the Slain, Roll’d SheildsShields [sic], and Helms, and Heroes to the Main.


 * while he mourns, the Northern Blast prevails,

Breaks all his Oars, and rends his flying Sails; The Prow turns round; the Galley leaves her Side Bare to the working Waves, and roaring Tide; While in huge Heaps the gathering Surges spread, And hang in wat’ry Mountains o’er his Head. These, ride on Waves sublime; those, see the Ground Low in the boiling Deeps, and dark Profound. Rh