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O early lost! what tears the river shed, 271
Since fate relentless stop'd their heav'nly voice,
strung His living harp, and lofty DENHAM sung? But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest 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 seats ; To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windfor-hills in lofty numbers rise, 285 And lift her turrets nearer to the skies; To sing those honours you deserve to wear, And add new lustre to her silver star,
His tuneful swans were heard to sing no more. P. Ver. 288. her silver star.] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately foly lowed this, and made the conclusion, were these,
My humble Muse in unambitious strains
Here noble SURREY felt the facred rage, SURREY, the GRANVILLE of a former age: 290 Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance: In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, To the fame notes, of love, and soft desire : Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, 295 Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now.
Oh would'st thousing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding Thore, Or raise old warriours, whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, 301 Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age, Draw monarchs chain'd, and Crefli's glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield:
REMARKS. Ver. 289. Here noble Surrey) Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; who Aourish'd in the time of Henry VIII. P.
VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P.
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obscure the place, and un-inscrib’d the stone) Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled? .
VARIATIONS. Ver. 305. Originally thus in the MS. . When Brass decays, when Trophies lie o'er-thrown,
And mould'ring into dust drops the proud stone.
Oh fact accurft! oh sacrilegious brood,
She saw her sons with purple deaths expire, 32 1
In that blest moment from his oozy bed
Till Anna rose and bade the Furies cease;
Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood thefe lines,
From Thore to shore exulting shouts he heard,
Around his throne the sea-born brothers itood, 335
High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd,
Hail, facred Peace! hail long-expected days, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise! 354 Tho' Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself tho' fev’n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;