"Be, what thy Country was, when, haughty Spain, / Blushful in Blood, bewail'd Eliza's Reign. / Then, iron hearted Biscay shook, with Dread!"
— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Osborn
Date
1743
Metaphor
"Be, what thy Country was, when, haughty Spain, / Blushful in Blood, bewail'd Eliza's Reign. / Then, iron hearted Biscay shook, with Dread!"
Metaphor in Context
Go: vindicate, in Arms, thy Birthright's Claim,
Nor let all Sense be lost, of antient Fame.
Lest Arrogance, un-humbled, climb too high:
And Bourbon call Fifth Henry's Acts a Lye.
Be, All, I was. Be, if thou canst be, more!
Be, All, in one great Name, that blaz'd before!
Be, what thy Country was, when Richard fought;
Or each dire Edward War's red Lesson taught:
When neither Distance, Clime, nor Wants, cou'd tire;
Nor Winds, nor Seas, nor Sickness, damp'd her Fire:
'Till Sun-burnt Syria, by untawny Hands,
Saw circly Slaughter drench her smoaking Sands.
Be, what thy Country was, when, haughty Spain,
Blushful in Blood, bewail'd Eliza's Reign.
Then, iron hearted Biscay shook, with Dread!
Then, warring Squadrons no tame Canvas, spread.
But, now!--'Tis painful, All!--
Spirits, exempt from Insult, feel--and shrink:
And shock'd Arch-Angel Guardians turn, and wink.
(Fall'n their Supporter) shield-shown Lilies fade!
--Shake thy Sword's Lightning o'er the cumbent Shade.
Rouse the Log Lion, into Sense of Pain:
Couch'd, in his Den; talon'd and tooth'd, in vain!
Fright those rash Frogs, that leap, disdainful o'er:
Rampant, and rais'd, re-wake his dreadful Roar.
Bid thy Name's Thunder shake th'Iberian Strand.
Vict'ry shall hear: and own thy fated Hand!
Gaul shall pant hush'd; remindful of the Sound:
Safe-shrunk, behind Pyrene's shieldy Mound.
Nor let all Sense be lost, of antient Fame.
Lest Arrogance, un-humbled, climb too high:
And Bourbon call Fifth Henry's Acts a Lye.
Be, All, I was. Be, if thou canst be, more!
Be, All, in one great Name, that blaz'd before!
Be, what thy Country was, when Richard fought;
Or each dire Edward War's red Lesson taught:
When neither Distance, Clime, nor Wants, cou'd tire;
Nor Winds, nor Seas, nor Sickness, damp'd her Fire:
'Till Sun-burnt Syria, by untawny Hands,
Saw circly Slaughter drench her smoaking Sands.
Be, what thy Country was, when, haughty Spain,
Blushful in Blood, bewail'd Eliza's Reign.
Then, iron hearted Biscay shook, with Dread!
Then, warring Squadrons no tame Canvas, spread.
But, now!--'Tis painful, All!--
Spirits, exempt from Insult, feel--and shrink:
And shock'd Arch-Angel Guardians turn, and wink.
(Fall'n their Supporter) shield-shown Lilies fade!
--Shake thy Sword's Lightning o'er the cumbent Shade.
Rouse the Log Lion, into Sense of Pain:
Couch'd, in his Den; talon'd and tooth'd, in vain!
Fright those rash Frogs, that leap, disdainful o'er:
Rampant, and rais'd, re-wake his dreadful Roar.
Bid thy Name's Thunder shake th'Iberian Strand.
Vict'ry shall hear: and own thy fated Hand!
Gaul shall pant hush'd; remindful of the Sound:
Safe-shrunk, behind Pyrene's shieldy Mound.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "iron" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
At least 3 entires in ECCO and ESTC (1743, 1753, 1754).
See The Fanciad. An Heroic Poem. In Six Cantos. To His Grace the Duke of Marlborough, on the turn of His Genius to Arms. (London: Printed for J. Osborn, at the [Golden-Ball] in Pater-Noster Row, 1743). <Link to ESTC>
See The Fanciad. An Heroic Poem. In Six Cantos. To His Grace the Duke of Marlborough, on the turn of His Genius to Arms. (London: Printed for J. Osborn, at the [Golden-Ball] in Pater-Noster Row, 1743). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
06/07/2005
