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Rh {| Non: Frederic a vu les trames Ourdies au ond de vos ames: Tous vos projets ont conondus. Soldats, un ennemi parjure, Dont l'ambition et la loi, Vous ait la plus anglante injure, Il oe attaquer votre Roi. Il vient e montrer a vos portes: Deja es nombreues cohortes Repandent partour la terreur; Soutenez la plus jute caue, Sur vous Frederic e repoe; Si vous l'aimez il et vainqueur. Il dit. Son courage intrepide Pae dans l'ame des oldats: Et chacun d'eux, nouvel Alcide, Brule de voler aux combats. Autrichien vain & arouche, Oui, l'inolence et dans ta bouche, Mais l'epouvante et dans ton cœur: Francois, ta valeur i vantee Devant le Pruien et glacee: Tout diparoit juqu'a l'honneur.
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Jadis les enans de la terre, Les tyrans iers audacieux, Oerent declarer la guerre Au ouverain maitre des dieux: Deja leur ureur arrogante Levoit une main triomphante. Jupiter tonne, ils ont vaincus. Toi, Frederic, en ta colere Tu jettes um regarde evere, Tes ennemis ont eperdus. Aux plaintes de la Germanie L'orgueil Francois et ecrae; Frederic vole en Sileie, L'Autrichien et terrae Ses oldats lancent ils la oudre? Ils paroient, tout et en poudre. La victoire et devant leurs pas, Non, il n'et rien la qui m'etonne. Il aut que les ucces couronne Des heros que outient on bras.

Et toi, feroce Mocovite, Tu crains d'affronter a valeur: Une prompte et heureue fuite Te outrait a on bras vangeur. Va raconter dans les provinces Que le plus augute de princes A pour oldats des demi dieux: Rh No, Frederic ees the latent nare, And all your projects mix with air. Soldiers, aid he, a lawles pow'r With war profanes the peaceful hour; Your King aails, invades his gates, And hakes with terror all his tates. Support my caue, my caue is jut; In you your Frederic puts his trt; Of all his wih, your love, poet, Of conquet ure, your King is blet. He aid, and oon the acred fire That warms his breat, his troops acquire. A new Alcides now in might. Each burns impatient for the fight. Proud Autria till in threats is brave, But inks at heart; to fear a lave; Of France the boated valour's fled The Pruian comes, he's chill'd with dread: Even honour frighted, quits her breat, Her lov'd, her long familiar guet.

When ert the ons of Earth aroe. Of mighty Jove th' audacious foes, The God erene, in awful tate, Launch'd the red bolt, their intant fate; So when with headlong fury fir'd. To Frederic's crown his foes apir'd, The hero frown'd with martial grace, And wift they vanih'd from the place. Germania ighs, her voice is heard, And France chatis'd, no more is fear'd; To aid Sileia, Frederic flies, And low on earth proud Autria lies. Does Jove his troops with thunder trut? They march—and foes and tow'rs are dut. Before them Vict'ry wings her way, And tays where'er the heroes tay. What ecret caue thee wonders breeds? No wonders thee — For Frederic leads.

Fierce Ruia fear'd his piercing fight. And av'd her troops by timely flight. Ye fugitives, proclaim around What demi-gods combin'd ye found; D d
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