910 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1803. 
Whose burning thirst, still unsubdu’d 
By deluges of guiltless blood, 
Glares on the regions round with fiend-like eyes, 
While scarce a vanquish’d world its wish supplies ; 
Yet ne’er may Sloth’s inglorious charm 
Unnerveethe.manly Briton’s arm, 
Nor Sophistry’s insidious art 
(er lull the manly Briton’s heart. 
May Reace, with Plenty by her side, 
Long, long o’er Albion’s fields preside ! 
Long may, her breath, with placid gale, 
Of Comnierce swell the happy sail ; 
But, rous’d in Justice’ sacred cause, 
Insulted rights, or violated laws, ' 
Still may her sons with fierce delight 
Flame in ‘the gleamy van of fight, 
Spread o’er the tented plain, or brave 
With warlike prow the hostile wave ; 
And on each firm ingenuous breast 
Be this eternal truth impress’d, 
Peace only sheds perennial joys on those 
Who guard with dauntless arm the blessings Peace bestows, 
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ODE for His Majesty's Bintu-Day, 1803. By the Same, 
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RITAIN, alas! has woo'd it vain, 
Reluctant Peace, thy placid charms ; Hoo! 
Compell’d, she treads once more th’ ensanguin’d plain, 
Where Fame, where Freedom call aloud far arms, 
Yet be awhile the battle’s sound 
In notes of festive triumph drown’d; | 
Whether the fiends of Diseord fly 
Portentous through the fiery sky, 
Or, bound in Fate’s coercive chain, 
How] ’mid th’ infernal seats in vain ; 
On this auspicious day the Muse, 
Jocund, with graceful voice, her wonted theme pursues, 
Amid the boast of tyrant pride, * : . 
The pomp of state, the arm’d array, | 
,. Can all the shouts of Slavry hide 
- That slaves unwilling homage pay ? 
No force can shield Ambition’s head 
From noontide care, from midnight dread, 
When the still monitor within f 
Scarches ‘th’ abode of blood and sin; ’ ’ 
eee. 
