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In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, 195
N'or could Diana help her injur'd maid.
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain;
"Ah Cynthia! ah—tho'banish'dsrom 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, 201

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, 205
And bathes the forest where she rang'd before.
In 'her chaste current oft the Goddess laves,
And with celestial tears augments the waves.
Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies
The headlong mountains and the downward fides,-
The wat'ry landfkip of the pendant woods, 211
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,

Ver. 205, Still bears the name] The River Loddon.
Ver. 209. Oft in her glass, etc.] These six lines were added
after the first writing of this poem. P.

Thro' the fair scene roll flow the ling'ring streams, Then foaming pour along,and rush into the Thames.

Thou too, great father of the British floods 1 With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods; Where tow'ring oaks their growing honours rear, And future navies on thy shores appear, 220 Not Neptune's self from all her 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, 225 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; 2 3 0 Where Jove, subdu'd by mortal passion still, Might change Olympus for a nobler hill.

Variations. Ver. 233.

Happy the man, who to the shades retires,

But doubly happy, if the Muse inspires!

Blest whom the sweets of home-felt quiet please;

But far more blest, who study joins with ease. P. Ver. 231. It stood thus in the MS.

And force great Jove, if Jove's a lover still,

To change Olympus, etc.

Happy the man whom this bright Court approves,
His Sov'reign favours, and his country loves:
Happy next him, who to these shades retires, 235
WhomNature charms,and whom the Muse inspires:
Whom humbler 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: 240
With chemic art exalts the min'ral pow'rs,
And draws the aromatic fouls of flow'rs:
Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high;
O'er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye;
Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store, 245
Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er:
Or wand'ring thoughtful in the silent wood,
Attends the duties of the wise and good,
Tobscrve a mean, be to himself a friend,
To follow nature, and regard his end; 250

Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes,
Bids his free foul expatiate in the skies,
Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
Survey the region, and confess her home!

Ver. 249, 50. Servare modum finemque tenere,
Naturamque scqui. Lucr,

Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd, 255 ThusAtticus, and Trumbal thus retir'd.

Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens: 260 To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, 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

flow) I seem thro' consecrated walks to rove, 265

I hear soft music die along the grove:
Led by the found, I roam from shade to shade,
By god-like Poets venerable made:
Here his first lays majestic DenhAm sung;
There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's


Variations. Ver. 265. It stood thus in the MS. Methinks around your holy scenes I rove, And hear your music echoing thro' the grove: With transport visit each inspiring shade By God-like Poets venerable made. Remarks. Ver. 270. There the last numbers Jlow'dfrom Cowley's tongue'] Mr. Cowley died at Chertsey, on the borders of the forest, and was from thence convey'd to Westminster. P. Imjtat IO.NS. Ver. 259. Oqui me gelidis, etc. Virg.

0 early lost! what tears the river shed, 271
When the fad pomp along his banks was led?
His drooping swans on ev'ry note expire,
And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre.

Since fate relentless stop'd their heav'nly voice,
No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice j
Who now shall charm the shades, where Cowley

strung His living harp, and lofty Denham fung? But hark! the groves rejoice, the sorest rings! Are these reviv'd? or is it Granville sings! 280 'Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the Muses to their antient feats j To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windsor-hills in lofty numbers rife, 285 And lift her turrets nearer to the skies j To sing those honours you deserve to wear. And add new lustre to her silver star.

Variations. Ver. 273. What sighs, what murmurs fill'd the vocal shore! His tuneful swans were heard to sing no more. P. Ver. 288. her silver Jar.] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately foK lowed this, and made the conclusion, were these, My humble Muse in unambitious strains Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains j

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