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See the bold youth strain up the threatening steep,
Rush through the thickets, down the vallies sweep,
Hang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed,
And earth rolls back heneath the flying steed.
Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,
The' immortal huntress, and her virgin train :

Windsor! since thy shades have seen As bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen; Whose care, like her's, protects the silvan reign, The earth's fair light, and empress of the maio.

Here too, 'tis sung, of old, Diana stray'd, And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor's shade; Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove, Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove; Here arm'd with silver hows, in early dawn, Her buskin'd virgins trac'd the dewy lawn.

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd, Thy offspring, Thames ! the fair Lodona nam'd; (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast, The Mase shall sing, and what she sings shall last.) Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known, Bat by the crescent and the golden zone. She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care; A belt her waist, a fillet binds hier bair; A painted quiver on ber shoulder sounds, And with her dart the flying deer she wounds. It chanc'd, as eager of the chase, the maid Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd, Pan saw and lov’d, and, burning with desire, Pursued her flight; her flight increas'd his fire. Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, [doves; When through the clouds he drives the trembling

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As from the god she flew with furious pace,
Or as the god, more furious, urg'd the chase :
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears ;
Now close behind, his sounding steps she hears ;
And now bis shadow reach'd her as she run,
His shadow lengthen’d by the setting sun;
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air,
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair.
In vain on father Thames she calls for aid,
Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid.
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain;
* Al, Cynthia ! ah—though banish'd from thy train,
Let me, O let me, to the shades repair,
My native shades, there weep, and murmur there."
She said, and melting as in tears she lay,
In a soft silver stream dissolv'd away.
The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps,
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps ;
Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore,
And bathes the forest where she ravg'd before.
In her chaste current oft the goddess laves,
And with celestial tears angments the waves.
Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies
The headlong mountains and the downward skies;
The watery landscape of the pendent woods,
And absent trees that tremble in the floods;
In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen,
And floating forests paint the waves with green,
Through the fair scene roll slow the lingering

streams, Then foaming pour along, and rush into the

Thou, too, great father of the British floods!
With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods;

Where towering oaks their growing honours rear,
And future pavies on thy shores appear.
Not Neptune's self from all his streams receives
A wealthier tribute than to thine he gives.
No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear,
No lake so gentle, and no spring so clear.
Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays,
While led along the skies his current strays,
As thine, which visits Windsor's fam'd abodes,
To grace the mansion of our earthly gods :
Nor all his stars above a lustre show,
Like the bright beauties on thy banks below;
Where Jove, subdued by mortal passion still,
Might change Olympus for a pobler hil!.

Happy the man whom this bright court approves,
His sovereign favours, and his country loves :
Happy next him, who to the shades retires,
Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires :
Whom bumbler joys of home-felt quiet please,
Successive study, exercise, and ease.
He gathers health from herbs the forest yields,
And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields :
With chemic art exalts the mineral pow'rs,
And draws the aromatic souls of flow'rs :
Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high :
O'er figurd worlds now travels with bis eye;
Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
Consults the dead, and lives past ages o’er:
Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood,
Attends the duties of the wise and good,
To' observe a mean, be to himself a friend,
To follow nature, and regard his end ;
Or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal eyes,
Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies,

Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
Survey the region, and confess her home!
Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd:-
Thus Atticus, and Trumbal thus retird.

Ye sacred Nine; that all my soul possess,
Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless,
Bear me, 0 bear me to sequester'd scenes,
The bowery mazes, and surrounding greens ;
To Thames's banks, which fragrant breezes till,
Or where ye Muses sport on Cooper's Hill.
(On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow,
While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall
I seem through consecrated walks to rove; (dow.)
I hear soft musie die along the grove :
Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade,
By godlike poets venerable made :
Here his first lays majestic Denham sung;
There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue.
Oh, early lost! what tears the river shed,
When the sad pomp along bis banks was led !
His drooping swans on every note expire,
And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre.

Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice, No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; Who now shall charm the shades where Cowley His living barp, and lofty Denham sung? (strung But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings ! Are these reviv'd, or is it Granville sings? 'Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the Muses to their ancient seats ; To paint anew the flowery silvan scenes, To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windsor-hills in lofty numbers rise, And lift her turrets nearer to the skies

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To sing those honors you deserve to wear,
And add new lustre to her silver star!

Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age :
Matchless bis pen, victorious was his lance,
Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance:
In the same shades the Cupids tan'd his lyre,
To the same potes, of love, and soft desire :
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
Then fill’d the groves, as heavenly Mira now.

O wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, Or raise old warriors, whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ; With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, Stretch his long triumphs down through every age, Draw monarchs chain’d, and Cressy's glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield; Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, And leave inanimate the naked wall; Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's spear.

Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps : Whom pot the extended Albion could contain, From old Belerium' to the northern main, The grave unites; where ev'n the great find rest, And blended lie the oppressor and the oppress’d !

Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known (Obscure the place, and uninscrib’d the stone ;)

· From Bellerus, a Cornish Giant: that part of Cornwall called the Land's End.

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