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Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse,
pour their souls in transport, which the Sire
1405 While radiant Summer opens all its pride, Thy hill, delightful Shene? Here let us sweep The boundless landscape: now the raptur'd eye, Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, Now to the Sister-Hills that skirt her plain, 1410 To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows. 1415 There let the feasted eye unwearied stray: Luxurious, there, rove thro' the pendant woods
That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat;
1435 And joys to see the wonders of his toil.
Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays! 1410 Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts, Inspiring vigour, Liberty abroad Walks, unconfin’d, even to thy farthest cots, And scatters plenty with unsparing hand.
Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime; 1445 Thy streams unfailing in the Summer's drought; Unmatch'd thy guardian-oaks; thy valleys float With golden waves : and on thy mountains flocks Bleat numberless; while, roving round their sides,
Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves. 1450
Full are thy cities with the sons of art;
1459 The palace-stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, With labour burn, and echo to the shouts Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves His last adieu, and loosening every sheet, Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind. 1465
Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous youth, By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fir’d, Scattering the nations where they go; and first Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas. Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans 1470 Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside; In genius, and substantial learning, high ; For every virtue, every worth, renown'd; Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; Yet like the mustering thunder when provok'd, 1475 The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource Of those that under grim oppression groan.
Thy sons of glory many! Alfred thine, In whom the splendor of heroic war, And more heroic peace, when govern'd well, 1480 Combine; whose hallowed name the virtues saint,
And his own Muses love; the best of Kings !
scourge of Spain! whose breast with all The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn’d. 1500 Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward-reign The warrior fettered, and at last resign’d, To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe. Then, active still and unrestrain’d, his mind Explor’d the vast extent of ages past, And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world; Yet found no times, in all the long research, So glorious, or so base, as those he provid, In whic he conquer’d, and in which he bled. Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass, The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, The lover's Myrtle, and the Poet's bay. A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land,
Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul,
and bade thee rise again,
where Russel lies; whose temper'd blood, With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign’d, Stain’d the sad annals of a giddy reign; Aiming at lawless power, tho' meanly sunk 1525 In loose inglorious luxury. With him His friend, the British Cassius, fearless bled; Of high determin'd spirit, roughly brave, By antient learning to th’ enlightened love Of antient freedom warm’d. Fair thy renown 1530 In awful
and in noble Bards;
1540 Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd. The great deliverer he! who from the gloom Of cloister'd monks, and jargon-teaching schools, Led forth the true Philosophy, there long Held in the magic chain of words and forms, 1545