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With Edward's acts adorn the fhining page,
Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age,
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
306 Still in thy fong should vanquifh'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear.
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)
VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P.
Where I obfcurely pafs my careless days,
VER. 305. Originally thus in the MS.
When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'erthrown,
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!
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;
VER. 319. Originally thus in the MS.
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,
Fictitious ftars, and glories not her own.
The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd,
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;
And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; 345 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 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.
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons fhine,
No more my fons fhall die with British blood 365
Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace ;
The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And half thy forefts rufh into thy floods,
VER. 376 And Temples rife,] The fifty new Churches. P.
VER. 361. Originally thus in the MS.
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
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!
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.
The time fhall come, when free as feas or wind
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,
VER. 396. Unbounded Thames, etc.] A wish that London be made a FREE PORT. P.
VER. 383, etc. were originally thus,
Now fhall our fleets the bloody Crofs difplay