the CAPITAL, he makes the following reflections, which
no less justly characterise their humanity, than their he-
roism, on both of which the ironical Poem had thrown
the most false, the most atrocious calumnies:

201 BARBARIAN ravage hung the Pagan car,
The spoils of empires, and the waste of war,
In fields of death did Cæsar's laurels bloom,
And sham'd the triumphs of imperial Rome,
205 Whose wreath renown'd to mightier Tamar yields,
Fam'd for the feats of more illustrious fields,
He, half the world in one great day withstood,
And big the rising crescent set in blood,
From tyrant power preserv'd the realms of Greece,
210 and o'er Byzantium stretch'd the palm of peace,
Yet conquer'd Kings in chains inglorious led,
And captive Queens with sordid offal fed :
Not so, the Briton gleans the field of war,
Nor such the trophies of a Brunswick's car ;
215 No frown of danger daunts his fearless eye,
Where the fight storms, and where the bravest o'er
And adverse legions tempt their fate no more,
His heart humane regrets a hero's deeds,
220 And for the foe his generous bosom bleeds :
A sanguine spirit fires the soldiers-slave,
But manly pity ever warms the brave.
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