With Edward's acts adorn the fhining page,

301

Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age,
Draw Monarchs chain'd, and Creffi's glorious field,
The lillies blazing on the regal fhield:

Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leave inanimate the naked wall,

306 Still in thy fong should vanquifh'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear.

310

Let fofter ftrains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. 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' oppreft!

Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obfcure the place, and un-infcrib'd the stone)

316

Oh

VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P.
VER. 309. Henry mourn] Henry VI. P.
VER. 312. once-fear'd Edward fleeps :] Edw. IV. P.

VARIATIONS.

Where I obfcurely pafs my careless days,
Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife,
Enough for me that to the lift'ning fwains
First in these fields I fung the fylvan ftrains.

VER. 305. Originally thus in the MS.

P.

When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'erthrown,
And mould'ring into duft drops the proud flone.

Oh fact accurft! what tears has Albion fhed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have

She faid, the world obey'd, and all was Peace!

324

At length great ANNA faid-"Let Difcord ceafe!"

In that bleft moment from his oozy bed Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head. His treffes drop'd with dews, and o'er the stream His fhining horns diffus'd a golden gleam: 330 Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides His fwelling waters, and alternate tides;

VARIATIONS.

The

VER. 319. Originally thus in the MS.
Oh fact accurit! oh facrilegious brood,
Sworn to rebellion, principled in blood!
Since that dire morn what tears has Albion fhed,
Gods! what new wounds, etc.

VER. 315. Thus in the MS.

Till Anna rofe and bade the Furies ceafe;

Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood these lines,

From shore to fhore exulting fhouts he heard,
O'er all his banks a lambent light appear'd,
With fparkling flames heav'n's glowing concave
fhone,

Fictitious ftars, and glories not her own.
He faw, and gently rofe above the stream;
His fhining horns diffufe a golden gleam :
With pearl and gold his tow'ry front was dreft,
The tributes of the distant Eaft and Weft.

P.

The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd,
And on their banks Augufta rofe in gold.
Around his throne the fea-born brothers flood, 335
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood;
First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifis and the fruitful Tame:

339

The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whofe dark streams his flow'ry islands lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue, tranfparent Vandalis appears;

The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;

And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; 345 And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood..

349

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 rife; Then bow'd and spoke; the winds forget to roar, And the hufh'd waves glide foftly to the fhore. Hail, facred Peace! hail long-expected days, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! Tho' Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold, 355 Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself tho' fev'n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; These now no more shall be the Mufe's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams.

360

Let

Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons fhine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train ;
Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign.

No more my fons fhall die with British blood 365
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:
Safe on my fhore each unmolefted fwain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The fhady empire fhall retain no trace

Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace ;

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375

The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beafts alone.
Behold! th' afcending Villa's on my fide,
Project long fhadows o'er the crystal tide,
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase,
And Temple's rife, the beauteous works of Peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend.
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall afcend!
There mighty Nations fhall enquire their doom,"
The World's great Oracle in times to come; 380
There Kings fhall fue, and fuppliant States be feen
Once more to bend before a BRITISH QUEEN.
Thy trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their
woods,

And half thy forefts rufh into thy floods,

VER. 376 And Temples rife,] The fifty new Churches. P.

VARIATIONS.

VER. 361. Originally thus in the MS.

1

Let Venice boaft her Tow'rs amidft 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 wave.

VOL. I.

F

Bear

Bear Britain's thunder, and her Crofs difplay, 385 To the bright regions of the rifing day;

Tempt icy feas, where fcarce the waters roll, Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole; Or under fouthern skies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales!

390

For me the balm fhall bleed, and amber flow,

The coral redden, and the ruby glow,

The pearly shell its lucid globe infold,

And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold.

394

The time fhall come, when free as feas or wind
Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's diftant ends our glory shall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then fhips of uncouth form fhall ftem the tide,
And feather'd people croud my wealthy fide,

399

And

VER. 388. Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole] The Poet is here recommending the advantages of commerce, and therefore the extremities of heat and cold are not reprefented in a forbidding manner as again, Or under fouthern skies exalt their fails, Led by new ftars, and borne by Spicy gales.

But in the Dunciad, where the mischief of Dulness is defcribed, they are painted in all their inclemencies,

See round the Poles where keener Spangles fhine,
Where fpices fmoke beneath the burning line.

VER. 396. Unbounded Thames, etc.] A wish that London be made a FREE PORT. P.

may

VARIATIONS.

VER. 383, etc. were originally thus,

Now fhall our fleets the bloody Crofs difplay
To the rich regions of the rifing day,

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