Say ! round the circuit of this spacious earth,
What barb'rous act degrades the Warriors worth ?
225 Thro' the vast regions stretch'd from either pole,
What aching bosom, or what anguish'd soul ?
Doth hoary age a single solace mourn,
Or from whose breasts are tender nurslings torn ?
What spouse bewails the bridal bed prophan'd,
230 Or what fond youth the plighted virgin stain'd ?
What hostile fires the rural works consume,
Or waste the labours of th' ingenious loom ?
Still the blith swain enjoys his fleecy care,
And still the lover woos the spotless fair,
235 Still nuptial life connubial virtues bless,
And parent bosoms the sweet babe compress.

And the few following verses towards the close of
this accomplished scene, we think, will sufficiently
contrast the audacious insult ordered the British name,
in several parts of the approbated Poem ;

290 HER hallow'd courts no vulgar trophy soils,
No rapin'd gold, nor unillustrious spoils ;
Great Brunswick's eye dejected Bourbon waits,
And India's monarchs throng Augusta's gates,
Whole maps of conquest all the war reveal,
295 And at her side the vanquish'd Princes kneel,
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