Page:Boileau's Lutrin - a mock-heroic poem. In six canto's. Render'd into English verse. To which is prefix'd some account of Boileau's writings, and this translation. (IA boileauslutrinmo00boil).pdf/92

 Quickning his Pace with fierce impulsive Ire He runs, he flies, and reaches first the Choire.

Oh Thou who guided by the Delphic God Sung, On the Margin of a drowsy Flood, Obstinate Chiefs inur'd to deadly Wars; 'Twixt Hostile Frogs and Mice immortal Jars. Oh Thou whose Muse's bold Fantastick Flight Did the Bolonian Bucket's Rape indite; Vile Cause of War! All Latium to ingage In Bloody Arms, The Helen of their Rage! And Thou who painted in a Deathless Strain The Licens'd Homicides of Warwick Lane! (Phœbus to Thee his Double Blessing gives; Thy Musick charms us, and thy Art relieves,) Give Energy to my Enervate Tongue, While the fir'd Chanter's flagrant Rage is sung: What