Covered with tempests, and in oceans drowned. _190 The few surviving foes dispersed in flight, (Refuse of swords, and gleanings of a fight,) In every rustling wind the victor hear, And Marlborough's form in every shadow fear, Till the dark cope of night with kind embrace Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace. To Donawert, with unresisted force, The gay, victorious army bends its course. The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields, Whatever spoils Bavaria's summer yields, _200 (The Danube's great increase,) Britannia shares, The food of armies, and support of wars: With magazines of death, destructive balls, And cannons doomed to batter Landau's walls, The victor finds each hidden cavern stored, And turns their fury on their guilty lord. Deluded prince! how is thy greatness crossed, And all the gaudy dream of empire lost, That proudly set thee on a fancied throne, And made imaginary realms thy own! _210 Thy troops that now behind the Danube join, Shall shortly seek for shelter from the Rhine, Nor find it there: surrounded with alarms, Thou hopest the assistance of the Gallic arms; The Gallic arms in safety shall advance, And crowd thy standards with the power of France, While to exalt thy doom, the aspiring Gaul Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, _220 Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. Long did he strive the obdurate foe to gain By proffered grace, but long he strove in vain; Till fired at length, he thinks it vain to spare His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war. In vengeance roused, the soldier fills his hand With sword and fire, and ravages the land, A thousand villages to ashes turns, In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns. _230 To the thick woods the woolly flocks retreat, And mixed with bellowing herds confus'dly bleat; Their trembling lords the common shade partake, And cries of infants sound in every brake: The listening soldier fixed in sorrow stands, Loth to obey his leader's just commands; The leader grieves, by generous pity swayed, To see his just commands so well obeyed. But now the trumpet, terrible from far, In shriller clangors animates the war, _240 Confederate drums in fuller consort beat, And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat: Gallia's proud standards, to Bavaria's joined, Unfurl their gilded lilies in the wind; The daring prince his blasted hopes renews, And while the thick embattled host he views Stretched out in deep array, and dreadful length, His heart dilates, and glories in his strength. The fatal day its mighty course began, That the grieved world had long desired in vain: _250 States that their new captivity bemoaned, Armies of martyrs that in exile groaned, Sighs from the depth of gloomy dungeons heard,