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Here noble Surrey felt the sacred tege, 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 same 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 wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, 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:
Where I obscurely pass my careless days,
Ver. 289. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, •ne of the first refiners of the English poetry; who flourifh'd in the time of Henry VIII. P.
Ver. 301. Edward's afis] Edward III. born here. P.
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy song should vanquished France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's spear.
Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn. 310
Here o'er the Martyr-King the marble weeps,
And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps:
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
FromoldBeleriumto the northern main,
The grave unites; where ev'n the Great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppressor and th' opprest 1316
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
And rnould'ring into dust drops the proudjione.
She saw her sons with purple deaths expire, 321
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful series of intestine wars,
Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scats, 324
At length great Anna said—>" Let Discord cease V
She said, the world obey'd, arid all was Peace!
In that blest moment from his oozy bed Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head. His tresses drop'd with dews, and o'er the stream His shining horns difFus'd a golden gleam: 330 Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides His swelling waters, and alternate tides; The figur'd streams in waves of silver roll'd. And on her banks Augusta rose in gold. •
Ver. 325. Thus in the MS.
Till Anna rose and bade the Furies cease;
Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood these lines,
Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood, 335
Who swell with tributary urns his flood!
First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifis and the fruitful Tame:
The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd; 339
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whose dark streams his flow'ry iflands'lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue, transparent Vandalis appears j
The gulphyLee his sedgy tresses rears;
And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; 3 4 5
And silent Darent, stain'd with Danish blood.
High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd, (Mis sea-green mantle waving with the wind) The God appear'd: heturn'd his azure eyes 349 Where Windsdr-domes and pompous turrets rise; Then bow'd and spoke; the winds forget to roar, And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore.
Hail, sacred 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" sev'n-foldNilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
These now no more (hall be the Muse's themes,
Ver. 361. Originally thus in the MS.
Let Venice boast her Towers amidst the Main,
Ver. 376. And Temples rife,] The fifty new Churches. P