The GENIUS. An ODE, written in 1717, on occasion of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH'S Apoplexy. Leonard Welsted Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 276-278. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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The GENIUS . An ODE , written in 1717 , on occasion of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH'S Apoplexy . I. AWEFUL hero , Marlb'rough , rise : Sleepy charms I come to break : Higher turn thy languid eyes : Lo ! thy Genius calls : awake ! II . Well survey this faithful plan , With records thy life's great story ; 'Tis a short , but crowded span , Full of triumphs , full of glory . III . One by one thy deeds review , Sieges , battles , thick appear ; Former wonders , lost in new , Greatly fill each pompous year . IV . This is Blenheim's crimson field , Wet with gore , with slaughter stain'd ! Here retiring squadrons yield , And a bloodless wreath is gain'd ! V. Ponder in thy godlike mind All the wonders thou hast wrought ; Tyrants , from their pride declin'd , Be the subject of thy thought ! VI . Rest thee here , while life may last : Th' utmost bliss , to man allow'd , Is to trace his actions past , And to own them great and good . VII . But 'tis gone — a mortal born ! Swift the fading scenes remove — Let them pass with noble scorn , Thine are worlds , which roll above . VIII . Poets , prophets , heroes , kings , Pleas'd , thy ripe approach foresee ; Men , who acted wond'rdus things , Tho' they yield in same to thee . IX . Foremost , in the patriot-band , Shining with distinguish'd day , See thy friend , Godolphin stand ! See ! he beckons thee away . X. Yonder seats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore ; Wishing , panting for thy flight ! Half an angel ; man no more .