Then furies rise! the battle raves! IX. A thousand deaths the bursting bomb Chain'd, glowing globes, in dread alliance join'd, Sweep in black whirlwinds, men and masts, 50 And leave sing'd, naked, blood-drown'd decks behind. X. Dwarf laurels rise in tented fields; The wreath immortal Ocean yields; There War's whole sting is shot, whole fire is spent, Whole glory blooms. How pale, how tame, How lambent, is Bellona's flame! How her storms languish on the Continent! From the dread front of ancient War Less terror frown'd; her sithed car, Her castled elephant, and batt'ring beam, Stoop to those engines which deny Superior terrors to the sky, 60 And boast their clouds, their thunder, and their flame. XII. The flame, the thunder, and the cloud, The night by day, the sea of blood, Hosts whirl'd in air, the yell of sinking throngs, A firmament by mortals storm'd, To patient Britain's angry brow belongs. XMI. Or do I dream? or do I rave? Or see I Vulcan's sooty cave, Where Jove's red bolts the giant-brothers frame? Loud peals on mountains anvils beat, And panting tempests rouse the roaring flame. XIV. Ye sons of Ætna! hear my call: Unfinish'd let those baubles fall, Yon' shield of Mars, Minerva's helmet blue: Drop the feign'd thunder, and attempt the true. XV. Begin; and, first take rapid flight, Fierce flame, and clouds of thickest night, Mix groans, and deaths; one phial pour *Alluding to Virgil's description of thunder. 70 So A thousand deaths the bursting bo X. Dwarf laurels rise in tented fields; How her storms languish on the Contin .XI. From the dread front of ancient War Superior terrors to the sky, And boast their clouds, their thunder, and th •'ess deeds ins sake, Of wrong'd Britannia's wrath; and it is made; ODE THE SECOND. In which is the Sailor's prayer before engagement. I. So form'd the bolt ordain'd to break Embattled hosts a single arm o'erthrows. 17. Ye warlike Dead! who fell of old In Britain's cause, by fame enroll'd III. The day commission'd from above, 60 10 |