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lio more the birds shall imitate her lays,

| Delight no more-O Thou my voice inspire
Or, hush'd with wonder, hearken from the sprays : Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear, Rapt into future times, the bard begun :
A sweeter music than their own to hear;

A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son!
But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore,

From Jesse's' root behold a branch arise,
Fair Daphne's dead, and music is no more! Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies: 10

Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze, The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; And on its top descends the mystic dove.
The trembling trees, in every plain and wood, Ye heavens !2 from high the dewy nectar pour,
ller fate remurmur to the silver flood;

And in soft silence shed the kindly shower!
The silver flood, so lately calm, appears

The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, 15 Swell'd with new passion, and o'ertiows with tears; From storm a shelter, and from heat a shade. The winds, and trees, and foods, her death deplore, All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds shall fail; Daphne our grief, our glory now no more! Returning Justice lift aloft her scale;

But see! where Daphne wondering mounts on high, Peace o'er the world her olive wand, extend, Above the clouds, above the starry sky!

And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. 20 Eternal beauties grace the shining scene,

Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn! Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green! Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! There, while you rest in amaranthine bowers, See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Or from those meads select unfading flowers, With all the incense of the breathing spring : Behold us kindly, who your name implore, See lofty Lebanon' his head advance,

25 Daphne, our goddess, and our grief no more! See nodding forests on the mountains dance: LYCIDAS.

See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
How all things listen, while thy muse complains! And Carmel's flowery top pertume the skies !
Such silence waits on Philomela's strains,

Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
In some still evening, when the whispering breeze Prepare the way ! A God, a God appears!
Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees,
To thee, bright goddess, oft a lamb shall bleed,

If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed.

Ver. 8. A Virgin shall conceive-Al crimes shall While plants their shade, or flowers their odours give, cease, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 6.

Jam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,
Thy name, thy honour, and thy praise, shall live!

Jam nova progenies cælo demittitur alto.

Te duce, si qua maneant sceleris vestigia nostri, But see! Orion sheds unwholesome dews;

Irrita perpetua solvent formidine terras

Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem. Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse;

"Now the virgin returns, now the kingdom of Saturn Sharp Boreas blows, and Nature feels decay,

returns, now a new progeny is sent down from high hea. Time conquers all, and we must Time obey. ven. By means of thee, whatever reliques of our crimes Adieu, ye vales, ye mountains, streams, and groves ; remain, shall be wiped away, and free the world from

perpetual lears. He shall govern the earth in peace, Adieu, ye shepherd's rural lays and loves;

with the virtues of his father.' Adieu, my flocks; farewell, ye sylvan crew :

Isaiah, ch. vii, ver. 14--Behold a Virgin shall conceive Daphne, farewell! and all the world, adieu !

and bear a Son. Chap. ix. ver. 6, 7.-Unto us a child is born; unto is a Son is given; the Prince of Peace: of the increase of his government, and of his peace, there shall

be no end: upon the throne of David, and upon his king. MESSIAH.

dom, to order and to establish it, with judgment and

with justice, for ever and ever.' A sacred Eclogue in Imitation of Virgil's Pollio. Ver. 23. See, Nature hastes, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 18.

At tibi prima, puer, nullo minuscula cultu,

Errantes hederas passim cuin baccare tellus

Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acanthoIn reading several passages of the prophet Isaiah, which

Ipsa tibi blandos fundont cunabula tiores. foretell the coming of Christ, and the felicities attend

For thee, O child, shall the earth, without bring tiled, ing it, I could not but obrerve a remarkable parily be produce her early onerings; winding ivy, mixed with tween many of the thoughts, and those in the Pollio baccar, and colocissia with smiling acanthus. Thy craof Virgil. This will not seem surprising when we re. dle shall pour forth pleasing flowers about thee.' flect, that the eclogue was taken from a Sibylline pro

Isaiah, ch. XXXV. ver. 1.- The wilderness and the phecy on the same subject. One may judge that Virgil and blossom as the rose. Ch Ix. ver. 13. — The glory of

solitary place shall be glad, and the desert shall rejoice did not copy it line for line; but selected such ideas as Lebanon shall come unto theo, the fir-tree, the pine tree, best agreed with the nature of pastoral poetry, and and the box together, to beautify the place of thy sancdisposed them in that manner which served most totuary.' beautify his piece. I have endeavoured the same in Ver. 29. Hark! a glad voice, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 46. this imitation of him, though without admitting any Aggredere ô magnos (aderit jam tempus) honores, thing of my own; since it was written with this par Cara Deum soboles, magnum Jovis incrementuin! ticular view, that the reader by comparing the several Ecl. v. ver. 62. thoughts, might see how far the images and descriptions Ipsi lætitia voces ad sidera jactant of the prophet are superior to those of the poet. But as I Intonsi montes, ipsæ jam carmina rupes, fear I have prejudiced them by my management, I shall Ipsa sonant arbusta, Deus, Deus ille, Menalca! subjoin the passages of Isaiah, and those of Virgil, un. O come and receive ile mighty honours: the time der the same disadvantage of a literal translation. draws nigh, O beloved offspring of the gods! () great in

crease of Jove! The incultivated mountains send shouts Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:

of joy to the stars; the very rocks sing in verse; the very

shrubs cry out, A God, a God!' To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades,

1 lsa xi. ver. 1.

Chxlv. rer. 8. 3 (h. XIV. ver 4.

4Cl ir, Ver7. The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids,

5 Ch. xxxv. ver. 2. 6 Ch. xl, ver. 3, 4.

A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;

The lambs' with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies ! The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys, rise ! And harmless serpentsa lick the pilgrim's feet. 80 With beads declined, ye cedars, homage pay; 35 The smiling infant in his hand shall take Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The crested basilisk and speckled snake, The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold : Pleased, the green lustre of the seales survey, Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! 85 Aed on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: 40 Exalt thy towery bead, and litt thy eyes! *T'is he tbe obstructed paths of sound shall clear, See a long race' thy spacious courts adorn; And bid new music charm the unfolding ear: See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, The dumb' shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, In crowding ranks on every side arise, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe.

Demanding lite, impatient for the skies!

90 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; 45 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, From every face he wipes off every tear.

Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; In adamantine? chains shall death be bound, See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. And heap'd with products of Sabean springs ! As tbe good shepherd tends his fleecy care, For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,

95 Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air; 50 And seeds of gold in Ophir’s mountains glow : Esplores the lost, the wandering shcep directs, See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; And break upon them in a flood of day! The tender lambs he raises in his arms,

No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms : Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; 100 Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, 55 But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, The promised father of the future age.

One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, No more shall nation against nation rise,

O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Nor ardent warriors meet with hatetiil eyes, Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! Nor helds with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The seas' shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, 105 The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; .

60 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend,

But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; And the broad falchion in a plough-share end. Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns ! Then palaces shall rise; the joyful song Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun;

IMITATIONS. Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 65

become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water; in And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. the habitations where dragons lay, shall be grass, and The swain in barren deserts with surprise

reels, and rushes. Ch Iv. vir 13.- Instead of the thorn

shall come up the tir tree, and instead of the brier shall Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;

come up the myrtle-tree.' And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear

Ver. 77. The lambs with wolves, &c.) Virg. Ecl. iv. New falls of water murmuring in his ear.

70 ver. 21. On rified rocks, the dragon's late abodes,

Ipsæ lacte domum referent distenta capellar The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Ubera, nec magnos inetuent armenta leonesWaste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,

Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni

The spiry fir and shapely box adorn:
To leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed, 75

* The goats shall bear to the fold their udders distend.

ed withinilk; nor shall the herds be afraid of the greatest And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed.

lions. The serpent shall die, and the herb that conceals poison shall die.

Isaiah, chxi. ver. 6, &c. • The wolf shall dwell with IMITATIONS.

the lamb, and the lenpard shall lie down with the kid, Isaiah, ch. xl. ver. 3, 4.-— The voice of him that crieth and the call and the young lion, and the fatling together; in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord! make and a little child shall lead them; and the lion shall eat straight in the desert a highway for our God! Every straw like the ox And the sucking child shall play on Falley shall be exalted, and every mountain and all the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made hand on the den of the cockatrice.' sraight, and the rough places plain.' Ch Viv. ver. 23. - Break forth into singing, ye mountains; ( forest, and

Ver. 85. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, every tree therein; for the Lord hath redeemed Israel.' rise!) The thoughts of Isaiah, which compose the latter Ver. 67. The swain in barren deserts.) Virg. Ecl. iv. part of the poem, are wonderfully elevated, and much

above those general exclamations of Virgil, which make ver.

the loftiest parts of his Pollio. Molli paulatim flavescet campus arista, Incultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva,

Magnus ab integro sæclorum nascitur ordo! El duræ quercus sudabunt roscida inella.

- toto surget gens aurea mundo!

-Incipient magni procedere menses! “The fields shall grow yellow with ripened ears, and

Aspice, venturo latentur ut omnia sacle! &c. theird grape shall hang upon the wild brambles, and the ward oaks shall distil honey like dew,

The reader needs only to turn to the passages of Isaiah, ch. xxxv. ver. 7,-— The parched ground shall Isaiah, here cited. 1 Ch. xliii. ver. 18. and ch. XXXV. ver. 5, 6.

1Ch xi Ver. 6, 7, 8. 2 Ch Ixv. ver. 25. 2 Ch. w. ver. 8. 3 Ch, xi, ver. 11.

3 Ch. Ix. ver. I.

4 Ch. la. Ver. 4. Chix. ver. 6. 5 Ch ji, ver. 4.

5 Ch. Tx. ver 3.

6 Ch. lx. ver. 6 6 Ch. lxv. ver. 21, 22. 7 Ch. XXXV. ver. 1, 7.

7 Ch. II. Ver. 19, 20, & Ch. xli. ver. 19. and ch. Iv. ver. 13.

8 Ch. li. ver. 6, and ch. liv. ver. 10.

Both, doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled, WINDSOR FOREST. But, while the subject starved, the beast was fed. To the Right Honourable George Lord Lansdowne. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.

Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,

Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, Non injussa cano: te nostræ, Vare, myrica. And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. Te nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est, The fields are ravish'd from the industrious swains, Quam sibi que Vari præscripsit pagina nomen. From men their cities, and from gods their fanes :


The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;

The hollow winds through naked temples roar; Tuy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats, Round broken columns clasping ivy twined; At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, O'er heaps of ruins stalk'd the stately hind; Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, Unlock your springs, and open all your shades.

And savage howlings fill the sacred quires. Granville commands ; your aid, O muses, bring! Awed by his nobles, by his commons curst, What muse for Granville can refuse to sing? The oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst,

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, Live in description, and look green in song; And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. These, were my breast inspired with equal flame, Whom e'en the Saxon spared, and bloody Dane, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. The wanton victims of his sport remain. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, But see, the man who spacious regions gave HIcre earth and water seem to strive again ; A waste for beasts, himself denied a grave : Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruised, Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, But, as the world, harmoniously confused; At once the chaser, and at once the prey: Where order in variety we see,

Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries, And part admit, and part exclude the day; Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise. As some coy nymph her lover's warm address, Then gathering floeks on unknown mountains fed, Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. O'er sandy wilds where yellow harvests spread, There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades, The forests wonder'd at the unusual grain, Thin trees arise that sun each other's shades.

And secret transports touch'd the conscious swain. Here in full light the russet plains extend ; Fair Liberty, Britannia's goddess, rears There, wrapt in clouds, the blueish hills ascend. Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years. E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes, Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your blood, And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise,

And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood, That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn, Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.

Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. Let India boast her plants, nor envy we

When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, The weeping amber, or the balmy tree,

And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds ; While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,

But when the tainted gales the game betray, Though gods assembled grace his towering height. Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey: Than what more humble mountains offer here, Secure they trust the unfaithful field beset, Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear. Till hovering o'er them sweeps the swelling net. See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd, Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Here blushing Flora paints the enamellid ground, When Albion sends her eager sons to war, Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty blessid, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; Near and more near, the closing lines invest; Rich industry sits smiling on the plains,

Sudden they seize the amazed, defenceless prize, And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. And high in air Britannia's standard flies. Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,


from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,

And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : To savage beasts and savage laws a prey, Short is his joy, he feels the fiery wound, And kings more furious and severe than they; Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, Ah! what avails his glossy, varying dyes, The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes, Citics laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, (For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold ? What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, And e'en the elements a tyrant sway'd ?

The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain; To plains with well-breathed beagles we repair, Soft showers distillid, and suns grew warm in vain; And trace the mazes of the circling hare: The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, (Beasts, urged by us, their fellow-beasts pursue, And, famish’d, dies amidst his ripen'd fields. And learn of man each other to undo :) What wonder then, a beast or subject slain With slaughtering guns the unwearied fowler roves, Were equal crimes in a despotic reign?

When frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves ;

Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, And now his shorter breath, with sultry air,
And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery glade. Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye:

In vain on father Thanes she calls for aid,
Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: Nor could Diana help her injured maid.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,

Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain :
The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death ; Ah, Cynthia! ah-though banish'd from thy train,
Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, Let me, O let me, to the shades repair,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air. My native shades ! there weep, and murmur there!

In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, She said, and, melting as in tears she lay, Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, In a soft silver stream dissolved away. The patient fisher takes his silent stand,

The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand;

For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps;
With looks unmoved, he hopes the scaly breed, Still bears the name the helpless virgin bore,
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. And bathes the forest where she ranged before
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, In her chaste current of the goddess laves,
The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, And with celestial tears augments the waves.
The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd,

Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies
The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, The headlong mountains and the downward skies,
Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, The watery landscape of the pendant woods,
And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains. And absent trees that tremble in the floods;

Now Cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car: In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen, The youth rush eager to the sylvan war,

And floating forests paint the waves with green; Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Through the fair scene roll slow the lingering streams, Rouse the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound. Then foarning pour along, and rush into the Thames. The impatient courser pants in every vein,

Thou, too, great father of the British floods ! Aed, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain : With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods; Hills, vales, and floods appear already cross'd, Where towering oaks their growing honours rear, And, ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. And future navies on thy shores appear. See tbe bold youth strain up the threatening steep, Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives Rush through the thickets, down the valleys sweep, A wealthier tribute than to thine he gives. Hang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed, No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear, And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed. No lake so gentle, and no spring so clear. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,

Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays,
The immortal huntress, and her virgin train, While led along the skies his current strays,
Nor envy, Windsor ! since thy shades have seen As thine, which visits Windsor's famed abodes,
As bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen ; To grace the mansion of our earthly gods ;
Whose care, like hers, protects the sylvan reign, Nor all his stars above a lustre show,
The earth's fair light, and empress of the main. Like the bright beauties on thy banks below:

Here, too, 'tis sung, of old, Diana stray'd, Where Jove, subdued by mortal passion still,
And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; Might change Olympus for a nobler hill.
Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove,

Happy the man whom this bright court approves,
Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove; His sovereign favours, and his country loves :
Here, arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn, Happy next him, who to these shades retires,
Her buskin'd virgins traced the dewy lawn. Whom nature charms, and whom the muse inspires,

Above the rest a rural nymph was famed, Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please,
Thy offspring, Thames ! the fair Lodona named: Successive study, exercise and ease.
(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast,

He gathers health from herbs the forest yields,
The muse shall sing, and what she sings shall last.) And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields ;
Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known, With chemic art exalts the mineral powers,
But by the crescent, and the golden zone.

And draws the aromatic souls of flowers :
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care ; Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high;
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair ;

O'er figured worlds now travels with his eye ; A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds,

Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store, And with her dart the flying deer she wounds. Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er : I chanced, as eager of the chase, the maid Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood, Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd,

Attends the duties of the wise and good,
Pan saw and loved, and burning with desire T' observe a mean, be to himself a friend,
Pursued her flight; her Alight increased his fire. To follow Nature, and regard his end;
Not half so swift the trerabling doves can fly, Or looks on Heaven with more than mortal eyes,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies,
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,

Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves ; Survey the region, and confess her home!
As from the god she flew with furious pace, Such was the life great Scipio once admired,
Or as the god, more furious, urged the chace. Thus Atticus, and Trumbull thus retired.
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears ;

Ye sacred Nine ! that all my soul possess,
Now close behind, his sounding steps she hears ; Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless,
And now his shadow reach'd her as she run, Bear me, O bear me to sequester'd scenes,
His shadow lengthen'd by the setting sun; The bowery mazes, and surrounding greens ;

To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, In that blest moment from his oozy bed
Or where ye, Muses, sport on Cooper's Hill; Old father Thames advanced his reverend head;
(On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, His tresses dropp'd with dews, and o'er the stream
While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall flow:) His shining horns diffused a golden gleam :
I seem through consecrated walks to rove, Graved on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
I hear soft music die along the grove :

His swelling waters and alternate tides ;
Led by the sound I roam from shade to shade, The figured streams in waves of silver roll’d,
By godlike poets venerable made:

And on their banks Augusta rose in gold:
Here his first lays majestic Denham sung:

Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood,
There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue. Who swell with tributary urns his flood.
O early lost! what tears the river shed,

First the famed authors of his ancient name,
When the sad pomp along his banks was led ! The winding Isis, and the fruitful Thame:
His drooping swans on every note expire,

The Kennet swift, for silver cels renown'd; And on his willows hung each muse's lyre. The Loddon slow, with verdant alders crown'd:

Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice, Cole, whose dark streams his flowery islands lave; No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave: Who now shall charm the shades where Cowley The blue, transparent Vandalis appears; strung

The gulfy Lee his sedgy tresses rears ; His living harp, and lofty Denham sung?

And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; But bark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! And silent Darent stain'd with Danish blood. Are these revived ? or is it Granville sings?

High in the midst, upon his urn reclined "Tis yours, my lord, to bless our soft retreats, (His sea-green mantle waving with the wind,) And call the muses to their ancient seats ;

The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes To paint anew the flowery sylvan scenes,

Where Windsor-domes and pompous turrets rise; To crown the forest with immortal greens, Then bow'd, and spoke; the winds forget to roar, Make Windsor hills in lofty numbers rise,

And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : And lift her turrets nearer to the skies;

Hail, sacred peace! hail, long expected days, To sing those honours you deserve to wear, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise; And add new lustre to her silver star.

'Though Tiber's streams immortal Rome behold, Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage,

Though foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, Surrey, the Granville of a former age:

From heaven itself though sevenfold Nilus flows, Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance; These now no more shall be the muses' themes, In the same shades the Cupids tuned his lyre, Lost in my fame, as in the sea their streams. To the same notes of love and soft desire:

Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine, Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,

And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine; Then fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now. Let barbarous Ganges arm a servile train,

Oh, wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign. What kings first breathed upon her winding shore ! No more my sons shall dye with British blood Or raise old warriors, whose adored remains Red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood : In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! Safe on my shore each unmolested swain With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain: Stretch his long triumphs down through every age; The shady empire shall retain no trace Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cressi's glorious field, of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace : The lilies blazing on the regal shield!

The trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. And leave inanimate the naked wall,

Behold! the ascending villas on my side, Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide. And bleed for ever under Britain's spear.

Behold! Augusta's glittering spires increase, Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,

And temples rise, the beauteous works of peace, And palms eternal flourish round his urn:

I see, I see, where two fair cities bend
Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend !
And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps : There mighty nations shall inquire their doom,
Whom not the extended Albion could contain, The world's great oracle in times to come;
From old Belerium to the northern main,

There kings shall sue, and suppliant states be seen
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest Once more to bend before a British queen.
And blended lie the oppressor and the oppress'd! "Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their woods

Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known And half thy forests rush into the floods ; (Obscure the place, and uninscribed the stone:) Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display, Oh fact accursed! what tears has Albion shed ? To the bright regions of the rising day; Heavens, what new wounds! and how her old have Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, bled!

Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole ; She saw her sons with purple deaths expire, Or under southern skies exalt their sails, Her sacred domec involved in rolling fire,

Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales ! A dreadful series of intestine wars,

For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow,
Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.

The coral redden, and the ruby glow,
At length great Inna said, 'Let discord cease!' The pearly shell its lucid globe unfold,
She said, the world obey'd, and all was peace. And Phæbus warm the ripening ore to gold.

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