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ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
7E diftant Spires! ye antique Tow'rs!
That crown the watry glade
Where grateful Science ftill adores
Her Henry's holy shade;
And ye that from the stately brow
Of Windfor's heights th' expanfe below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead, furvey,
Whofe turf, whofe fhade, whofe flow'rs, among
Wanders the hoary Thames along
His filver-winding way:
Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade!
Ah fields belov'd in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A ftranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary blifs bestow,
As waving fresh their gladsome wing
And, redolent † of joy and youth,
Say, father Thames! for thou haft seen
Full many a sprightly race,
Difporting on thy margent green,
The paths of pleasure trace,
King Henry VI. founder of the College. + And bees their honey redolent of spring.
Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. Syftem.
Who foremost now delight to cleave
The captive linnet which enthral ?
To fweeten liberty;
Some bold adventurers difdain
The limits of their little reign,
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed,
Alas! regardless of their doom,
No fense have they of ills to come,
Yet fee how all around 'em wait
The minifters of human fate,
And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Ah! fhew them where in ambush ftand,
Thefe fhall the fury Paffions tear,
Difdainful Anger, pallid Fear,
And Shame that fculks behind;
Or pining Love fhall wafte their youth,
Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a facrifice,
And grinning Infamy:
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
Amid fevereft wo.
Lo! in the vale of years beneath
A grily troop are feen,
*And Madness laughing in his ireful mood. Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite
The painful family of Death,
More hideous than their queen:
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
That ev'ry lab'ring finew strains,
Yet ah! why fhould they know their fate,
And happiness too fwiftly flies?
DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless pow'r,
Thou tamer of the human breaft, Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to tafte of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpity'd and alone.
When firft thy fire to fend on earth
What forrow was thou bad'ft her know,
And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others' wo.
Scar'd at thy frown terrific fly
Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leifure to be good.
Light they disperse; and with them go
The fummer friend, the flatt'ring foe;
By vain Profperity receiv'd,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.
Wisdom, in fable garb array'd,
Immers d in rapt'rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, filent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attend;
Warm Charity, the genʼral friend,
And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.
Oh! gently on thy fuppliant's head,
(As by the impious thou art seen,)
With thund'ring voice and threat'ning mien,