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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' opprest!

Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known

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(Obfcure the place, and uninfcrib'd the stone); -320
Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion shed,
Heavens, what new wounds! and how her old have bled!
She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,
Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful series of inteftine wars,
Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scars.

At length great Anna faid,-" Let Difcord cease!"
She said, the world obey'd, and all was peace!
In that bleft moment from his oozy bed

Old father Thames advanc'd his reverend head.

VARIATIONS,

Ver. 321. Originally thus in the MS.

Oh fact accurs'd! oh facrilegious brood,
Sworn to Rebellion, principled in blood!

Since that dire morn what tears has Albion shed!
Gods! what new wounds, &c.

Ver. 327. Thus in the MS,

Till Anna rofe, and bade the Furies cease;
Let there be peace-she said, and all was Peace,

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His

Between verse 330 and 331, originally stood these lines:
From shore to fhore exulting fhouts he heard,
Q'er all his banks a lambent light appear'd,

With sparkling flames heaven's glowing concave fhone,
Fictitious ftars, and glories not her own.

He

His treffes drop'd with dews, and o'er the stream
His fhining horns diffus'd a golden gleam :
Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
Kis fwelling waters, and alternate tides;

The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd,
And on their banks Augusta rose in gold,
Around his throne the fea-born brothers stood
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood!
Firft the fam'd authors of his ancient name,

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The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Thame :
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow with verdant alders crown'd;

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Cole, whofe dark ftreams his flowery islands lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave :
The blue, tranfparent Vandalis appears;
The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;
And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood.
High in the midft, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His fea-green mantle waving with the wind)
The God appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windfor-domes and pompous turrets rise!
Then bow'd, and spoke; the winds forget to roar,
And the hush'd waves glide foftly to the shore.
Hail, facred Peace! hail, long-expected days,
That Thames's glory to the stars fhall raise!

VARIATION.

He faw, and gently rose above the stream;
His fhining horns diffuse a golden gleam :
With pearl and gold his towery front was dreft,
The tributes of the diftant Eaft and West.

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Though'

Though Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold,
Though foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold,
From heaven itself the seven-fold Nilus flows,
And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
These now no more fhall be the Mufe's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams.
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons shine,
And
groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
Let barbarous Ganges arm a fervile train;
Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign.

No more my fons fhall dye with British blood
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:

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Safe on my fhore each unmolefted fwain

Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;

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The fhady empire fhall retain no trace

Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace;

The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' afcending villas on my fide,

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Project long fhadows o'er the crystal tide.

Behold! Augufta's glittering fpires increase,

And Temples rife, the beauteous works of Peace.

I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend

Their ample bow, a new Whitehall afcend !

VARIATION.

Ver. 363. Originally thus in the MS.

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There

Let Venice boaft her Towers amidst the Main, Where the rough Adrian fwells and roars in vain; Here not a Town, but spacious Realm shall have A fure foundation on the rolling wave.

There mighty nations fhall inquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;
There Kings fhall fue, and suppliant States be seen
Once more to bend before a British Queen.

Thy trees, fair Windsor ! now shall leave their woods, And half thy forests rush into thy floods Bear Britain's Thunder, and her Cross display, To the bright regions of the rifing day: Tempt icy feas, where scarce the waters roll,

Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole; 390
Or under fouthern skies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales!
For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,

The pearly fhell its lucid globe unfold,

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And Phoebus warm the ripening ore to gold.
The time fhall come, when free as feas or wind
Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's diftant ends our glory shall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide,

VARIATION.

Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus in the MS.
Now shall our fleets the bloody Crofs display
To the rich regions of the rifing day,

Or thofe green ifles, where headlong Titan fleeps
His hifling axle in th' Atlantic deeps:
Tempt icy feas, &c.

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And

And naked youths and painted chiefs admire

Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire ! ́

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Oh, ftretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, Till Conqueft cease, and Slavery be no more;

Till the freed Indians in their native groves

Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves; 410 Peru once more a race of Kings behold,

And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold.

Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell,

In brazen bonds, fhall barbarous Difcord dwell:
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition, shall attend her there:
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires :
There hateful Envy her own fnakes shall feel,
And Perfecution mourn her broken wheel :
There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain,
And gafping Furies thirst for blood in vain.
Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days:
The thoughts of Gods let Granville's verfe recite,
And bring the fcenes of opening fate to light:
My humble Mufe, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forests and the flowery plains,
Where Peace defcending bids her olive spring,
And scatters bleffings from her dove-like wing.
Ev'n I more sweetly pafs my careless days,
Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praise;
Enough for me, that to the listening fwains
First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains.

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