An Austrian army, awfully arrayd, Boldly by battery besiege Belgrade; Cossack commanders cannonading come, Deal devastations dire destructive doom; Evry endeavour engineers essay, For fame, for freedom, fight, fierce furious fray. Genrals gainst genrals grapple,gracious God! How honors Heavn heroic hardihood! Infuriate, indiscriminate in ill, Just Jesus, instant innocence instill! Kinsmen kill kinsmen, kindred kindred kill. Labour low levels longest, loftiest lines; Men march midst mounds, motes, mountains, murdrous mines. Now noisy, noxious numbers notice nought, Of outward obstacles oercoming ought; Poor patriots perish, persecutions pest! Quite quiet Quakers Quarter, quarter quest; Reason returns, religion, right, redounds, Suwarrow stop such sanguinary sounds! Truce to thee, Turkey, terror to thy train! Unwise, unjust, unmerciful Ukraine! Vanish vile vengeance, vanish victory vain! Why wish we warfare? wherefore welcome won Xerxes, Xantippus, Xavier, Xenophon? Yield, ye young Yaghier yeomen, yield your yell! Zimmermans, Zoroasters, Zenos zeal Again attract; arts against arms appeal. All, all ambitious aims, avaunt, away! Et cætera, et cætera, et cætera.
Alliteration, or the Siege of Belgrade: a Rondeau.1
Note 1. These lines having been incorrectly printed in a London publication, we have been favoured by the author with an authentic copy of them.Wheelers Magazine, vol. i. p. 244. (Winchester, England, 1828.) [back]