220 In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen, 225 230 Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, His Sov'reign favours, and his Country loves: Happy VARIATIONS. VER. 231. It flood thus in the MS. And force great Jove, if Jove's a lover ftill, VER. 233. Happy the man, who to the fhades retires, P. Happy next him, who to these shades retires, 235 Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse in fpires; Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, He gathers health from herbs the foreft yields, 240 245 250 eyes, 255 Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal IMITATIONS. VER. 249, 50, Servare modum finemque tenere, Naturamque fequi. VER. 259. O qui me gelidis, etc. Lucr. Virg. (On (On COOPER'S HILL eternal wreaths fhall grow, While latts the mountain, or while Thames fhall flow) I seem thro' confecrated walks to rove, I hear foft mufic die along the grove : Led by the found, I roam from fhade to fhade Here his first lays majestic DENHAM fung; 265 There the laft numbers flow'd from CoWLEY'S tongue. O early loft! what tears the river shed, When the fad pomp along his banks was led? His drooping fwans on ev'ry note expire, 275 No more the forefts ring, or groves rejoice; 276 Who now shall charm the fhades, where CowLEY ftrung His living harp, and lofty DENHAM sung? But VER. 270. There the laft numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue] Mr Cowley died at Chertsey, on the borders of the foreft, and was from thence convey'd to Weftminfter. P. VARIATIONS. VER. 265. It flood thus in the MS. Methinks around your holy fcenes I rove, VER. 273. What fighs, what murmurs fill'd the vocal fhore! R But hark! the groves rejoice, the foreft rings! 285 290 Here noble SURREY felt the facred rage, SURREY, the GRANVILLE of a former age: Matchlefs his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance In the fame shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, To the fame notes, of love, and foft defire: Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now. On would'st thou fing what Heroes Windfor bore, What Kings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore, Or raise old warriours, whofe ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains! 295 With VER. 289. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry ; who flourish'd in the time of Henry VIII. P. VARIATIONS. VER. 288. her filver far] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately followed this, and made the Conclufion, were these, My humble Muse in unambitious strains Where Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age, Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, 306 Still in thy fong should vanquish'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear. 310 Let fofter strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the Martyr-King the marble weeps, And faft befide him, once-fear'd Edward fleeps: Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, From old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites; where ev'n the Great find reft, And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' oppreft! Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obfcure the place, and un-infcrib'd the ftone) 316 Oh VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P. VARIATIONS. Where I obfcurely pass my careless days, VER. 305. Originally thus in the MS. P. When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'erthrown, |