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Here noble Surrey felt the facred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance,
Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance :
In the fame fhades 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 heavenly Mira now.
Oh would'st thou fing what heroes Windfor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, 300 Or raise old warriors, whofe ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page,
Stretch his long triumphs down through every age, Draw monarchs chain'd, and Creffi's glorious field, 305
The lilies blazing on the regal shield:
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's spear.
Let fofter strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn.
Where I obfcurely pass 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. Ver. 307. Originally thus in the MS.
When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'erthrown, And mouldering into duft drops the proud stone.
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
(Obfcure the place, and uninscrib'd the stone);
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 difhoneft fcars.
At length great Anna faid,-" Let Difcord cease!"
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was peace!
In that bleft moment from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his reverend head.
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 fhed!
Gods! what new wounds, &c.
Ver. 327. Thus in the MS.
Till Anna rofe, and bade the Furies cease;
Let there he peace- fhe faid, and all was Peace.
Between verfe 330 and 331, originally stood thefe lines:
From fhore to fhore exulting fhouts he heard,
O'er all his banks a lambent light appear'd,
With fparkling flames heaven's glowing concave fhone,
Fictiticus ftars, and glories not her own.
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
His fwelling waters, and alternate tides;
The figur'd streams in waves of filver roll❜d,
And on their banks Augusta rose in gold,
Around his throne the fea-born brothers ftood
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood!
Firft the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Thame
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whose dark streams his flowery islands lave
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue, transparent 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 hufh'd waves glide softly to the shore.
Hail, facred Peace! hail, long-expected days,
That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise !
He faw, and gently rofe above the stream
His fhining horns diffuse a golden gleam :
With pearl and gold his towery front was dreft,
The tributes of the diftant East and Weft.
Though Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold,
Though foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold,
From heaven itself the feven-fold Nilus flows,
And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
Thefe now no more fhall be the Mufe's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the sea 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 shall dye with British blood
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire shall 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,
Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide.
Behold! Augufta's glittering fpires increase,
And Temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend !
Ver. 363. Originally thus in the MS.
Let Venice boast her Towers amidst the Main,
Where the rough Adrian fwells and roars in vain;
Here not a Town, but fpacious Realm shall have
A fure foundation on the rolling waye.
There mighty nations shall inquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;
There Kings shall sue, 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 forefts rush into thy floods; Bear Britain's Thunder, and her Crofs difplay, 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 fhall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,
The pearly shell its lucid globe unfold,
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 fwelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's distant ends our glory fhall 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,
Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus in the MS.
Now fhall our fleets the bloody Cross display
To the rich regions of the rifing day,
Or those green ifles, where headlong Titan fteeps
His hiffing axle in th' Atlantic deeps:
Tempt icy feas, &c.