Page:Blenheim-A poem.djvu/21

Rh But who can tell what Pangs, what sharp Remorse Torment the Boian Prince? From Native Soil Exil'd by Fate, torn from the dear Embrace Of weeping Consort, and depriv'd the Sight Of his young guiltless Progeny, he seeks Inglorious Shelter, in an Alien Land; Deplorable! but that his Mind averse To Right, and Insincere, would violate His plighted Faith: Why did he not accept Friendly Composure offer'd? or well weigh, With Whom he must Contend? Encount'ring fierce The Solymæan Sultan, he o'erthrew His Moony Troops, returning bravely smear'd With Painim Blood effus'd; nor did the Gaul Not find him once a baleful Foe: But when, Of Counsel rash, new Measures he persues, Unhappy Prince! (no more a Prince) he sees Too late his Error, forc'd t' implore Relief Of Him, he:once defy'd. O Destitute Of Hope, unpity'd! Thou should'st first have thought Of persevering stedfast; now upbraid Thy own inconstant lll-aspiring Heart. Lo! how the Noric Plains, thrô Thy Default, Rise hilly, with large Piles of slaughter'd Knights, Rh