THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ODE ON THE Wlittovp of Waterloo* ELIZABETH COBBOLD. IPSWICH: Printed for the Author by J. Rate, AND SOLD BY MESSRS, LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON; MR. DECK, BURY ST. EDMUNDS ; AND MR. KEYMER, COLCHESTER. 1815. The Profits of the Sale to be appropriated to the Waterloo Subscription, TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, GEORGE, PRINCE OF WALES, Regent UNITED BRITISH EMPIRE, In Admiration" of that exalted and unremit- ting Benevolence which in Adversity fostered and supported, and has twice pre-eminently led to the Restoration of the Roval House of France, In Veneration of the Firmness that combined, strengthened, and secured the dearest Interests of Europe. ( iv ) And in Gratitude for the Blessings which, under the Guidance of divine Providence, his steady and prosperous Government has preserved to the British Nation, With the ardent Feelings of Patriotism, and the loyal Duty of an Englishwoman^ The following Poem Is very respectfully inscribed by His Royal Highness's most humble, most obedient, and most devoted Subject and Servant, ELIZABETH COBBOLD. Holy Wells, Ipswich, August lZth, 1815. ODE ON THE VICTORY OF WATERLOO. i. HOW lately, in delusive State, Bright Peace enthron'd in sunbeams sate, Her snowy banner wide unfurl'd And seem'd to smile on all the world ! While Joy and Fancy round her head Bright wreaths of rainbow lustre spread, And ev'ry eye, and every breast, The beatific vision blest ! We gaz'd upon the pageant fair, And, as we gaz'd, each vivid hue, Each floating form of grace withdrew, And all the fairy scene dissolv'd in air. B II. The rivers of fraternal blood That swell'd thy stream, polluted Seine ! Roll'd not innocuous to the main ; A stagnant and corrupted flood They delug'd all thy marshy plain : And thence the Sun, whose vernal smile Had fertiliz'd a purer soil, In heavy mists, and baleful dew, The pestilential vapors drew, Till cloud on cloud, in cumbrous fold, The Tempest's bulky volume roll'd, And Demons wild, of giant form, Hung on the Darkness and embraced the Storm There Anarchy Ambition join'd ; Revenge with brutal Rage combin'd; And Murder's deep tremendous yell Woke each associate of hell : The Demon band, with furious cry, Their leader call'd from Elba's rock, Not Lucifer who dar'd defy High Heav'n, more willingly could fly To guide and concentrate the Tempest's shock ! III. Beneath that fierce and ruthless Storm The Lilies droop'd : the fairest form That brighten'd Gallia's plain Strove with the blast, and strove in vain, To raise her meek and spotless head : But Brunswick's Star benignant shed Its influence on the drooping Flow'r ; She felt the dew of Pity's tear, The beam of Hope her faintness cheer, And liv'd and bloom'd in Albion's shearing bow'r. IV. First hope of Britain's royal race, O never that attractive Grace, So justly term'd thine own, With such celestial lustre shone, As when it dried fair Bourbon's tears, And cheer'd her hopes, and sooth'd her fears, And pointed to her native Throne ! 8 v. By Treason rous'd, Napoleon sprung Like lurking Tiger from his den, And far and wide the death cry flung, And rear'd the blood-strip'd flag again t But Britain's firmness prov'd a charm To wither that despotic arm, Which, grasping empire, would have hurl'd Destruction o'er a subjugated world. VI. The Tyrant with presumptuous boast Led forth his dark collected host, The host of fickle France, All gleaming in the bright array Of cuirass, helm and lance : For battle's onset prompt to burn, As prompt the flying foot to turn When Fortune turn'd the Day. VII. To fight he strode, and with him came, Profaning Friendship's sacred name, His warrior Captains known to Fame, To Infamy as truly known ; Who, when subdued their Leaders pride, With coward Falsehood left his side, And hurPd him from his Throne. Allur'd by plunder, or by pow'r, His steps they track in evil hour : So dogs, with vulture troops combin'd, Hunt their foul quarry down the wind, And snuff the air, and scent from far The blood and carcases of war. VIII. As bursts the thunder from the cloud, As beats the hail storm rattling loud, As sweeps the blast its raging course, So rush'd their battle's mingled force ! As meets that storm the lofty rock, Firm Brandenburg receiv'd the shock ; Rent trees and cliffs in ruins lie, The awful mass still frowns on high, In undiminished majesty ! So undismay'd, so wildly grand AppearM the Vefran's dauntless bond ; 10 Though Havoc call'cl her hosts from far, Though G^ilia's overwhelming war With slaughter strew 'd the plain, Still their rent ranks unyielding clos'd, Still battle's steady front oppos'd, And ev'n Warrior ere he fell, Inscrib'd his valor's record well In heaps of foemen slain. IX. O for the Inspiration high That woke the holy lyre, To such celestial harmony, As quell'd the Demon's ire, Or led the glad triumphant choir, That with light step exulting trode Before the sacred Ark of God ! Then should the songs of woe, That sadly celebrate the mighty slain, In plaintive numbers flow To soot lie the Mourner's pain, Till ev'n the Widow's and the Orphan's eye Should glisten, as the changing strain, By soft degrees, from Pity's sigh Evolv'd high notes of victory, 11 And ev'ry chord combin'd to raise The full, the perfect strain, to hymn Britannia's praise. X. But O what song the praise can tell Of those who, self-devoted, fell, When ev'ry gallant leader fought As if that glorious day he sought To win as bright a wreath from Fame As circles Wellington's immortal name ? Each persevering soldier too, A leader in that battle grew, And felt as resolute in fidit, As firm, in British hardihood, As though upon his single might His country's bulwark stood. XI. A wall of life the serried square appears, In mute and horrible array Of motionless protruded spears : — — • The fierce steed trembles to essay 12 The fatal charge, and starting back, Regardless of the spur or rein, Shrinks, snorting, from the vain attack : Urg'd on again to brave the shock, His madd'ning cries the effort mock, And wildly o'er the plain, Spurning control, the chargers fly, With shiver'd bit and bursting girth ; Till sweeps the thundering grape-shot bye, And hurls, in dread fraternity, Th' unbroken ranks to earth ! XII. Ev'n as they stood in death they lay :-— The glazing eye, the livid brow, Still frown'd defiance on the foe ; Each breast high svvol'n still seem'd to feel, Each stiffen'd hand still grasp'd the steel, In that same mute and horrible array. 13 XIII. As fell that brother band, what cries From England, Scotland, Erin rose ! What shouts of vengeance rent the skies ! How shrank appall'd the startled foes ! Yet, furious in the fight, Of cuirass'd strength and numbers vain, They turn'd like rabid wolves again, With shrieking yell, and savage might : Then Wellington's inspiring gla-.ce Beam'd on the Brunswick's noble band, As, proudly graceful in command, He led the charge, and wav'd his hand Indignant tow'rd's the host of France. As Britain's sons the signal saw, Burst from their line the loud " Hurrah P 3 And by revenge and valor driv'n, They rush'd, the thunderbolts of heav'ni Then Gallia's falt'ring ranks recoil'd In terror and confusion wild, And in their tapid racing strife, Each fled for individual life, As not alone from Death they flew But all Hell's added horrors too. 14 XIV. And where, in that tremendous hour, Where was their Leader's mighty mind ? Recall d it not his shatter'd pow'r, Their order rallied, force combined, With stern command their panic quell'd, Their courage cheer'd, their fear dispell'd ? The F^agle snatch'd from weaker hands, And as he rais'd th' imperial ensign high, In well known accents call'd his bands, Who, broken, trembling, hopeless, fled, To follow, where his footsteps led, To instant death or victory, And with decisive prompt array Reserv'd, if not redeem'd the Fortune of the Day ? XV. O no :— in shameless flight, Wrapt in the robes of selfishness and night, He left his scattered host, And to the guilty city flew, In hopes with plausible and lying boast, O'er Anarchy's unsteady crew, His dream of Empire to renew. 15 XVI. Yes, he whom Faction proudly styl'd " The Arbiter of Fate;" " Delighted Valor's fav'rite Child " " The brave, the wise, the fortunate ;— Yes, he, Napoleon ! Godlike Man ! Philosophy and Reason's pride, Of western Empire giant Lord, Whom Treason lov'd, and Infidels ador'd, From the first turn of Battle's tide In abject terror ran. XVII. And when the stillness of the night, Scarce broken by the dying groan, Or wounded Warrior's feeble moan, Succeeded to the clang of fight, The clouded Moon, with sickly gleam, Glanc'd on that field her coldest beam And shuddering look'd, with aspect frore, On corses, scatter'd arms, and stagnant pools of gore. 16 XVIII. Then o'er the bloody plain As Victory stretchM her eagle wing, And wav'd her wreath on high, A tear from Pity's holy spring Stood trembling in her eye; She mourn'd her many Heroes slain, And wept amid her joy. XIX. That tear embalm'd the mighty dead, It deckt with flowr's their altar bed, And thence celestial odours rise In Blood atoning sacrifice, And Victory's humid eyes Are rais'd to Heav'n with Seraph glance Of glorious and extatic trance, As on her raptur'd vision press Bright scenes of future happiness. 17 xx. From France the haggard Fiends retire j Her fallen Tyrant quits the strife And drags an ignominious life : Religion shines again with purer fire, And legal rule and social bliss combine: Her vales the golden harvest fills ; Luxuriant o'er her sunny hills Ascends the clust'ring vine, And Health, and ruddy Labour, lead The merry dance along the mead, "While joyous Europe smiles to see France blest with Order, Peace and Liberty. XXI. Again the tide of Commerce pours lis flowing wealth on Britain's shores; Again from all her rocky bounds The festal shout oi Peace resounds; 18 Her dusky Artisan prepares From swords to form the shining shares, The massy anvils ring : To sickles chang'd are gleaming spears, And as they reap the ripen'd ears, Her jocund Peasants sing : All rich in flocks and herds are seen Her fragrant hills, her pastures green : To ev'ry gale her flag unfurl'd, Triumphant floats the waters o'er, And as it greets each franchis'd shore, United Empires, great and free, Hail Britain, Empress of ihe Sea And Guardian Genius of the Western World. FINIS. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. D LD-URL 1 1 c £'^ U1 ' Form L9-100m-9,'52(A3105)444 Cobbolri -. Ode on the victor y of Waterloo PR hh6l C3Uo University ol California. Los Angeles III II III I II II L 006 057 831 7 UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY A A 000 076 178 3