Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю)
John Duke of Marlborough
When the proud Frenchman's strong rapacious hand Spread o'er Europe ruin and command, Our sinking temples and expiring law With trembling dread the rolling tempest saw; Destin'd a province to insulting Gaul, This genius rose, and stopp'd the ponderous fall. His temperate valour form'd no giddy scheme, No victory ras'd him to a rage of fame; The happy temper of his even mind No danger e'er could shock, or conquest blind. Fashion'd alike by Nature and by Art, To please, engage, and int'rest ev'ry heart. In public life by all who saw approv'd, In private hours by all who knew him lov'd.
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