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(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast,
The Muse shall sing, and what she sings shall last.)
Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known, But by the crescent and the golden zone.
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care;
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair;
When through the clouds he drives the trembling doves;
As from the God she flew with furious pace,
Or as the God, more furious, urg'd the chace. 190
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain; "Ah Cynthia! ah-tho' banish'd from thy train,
"Let me, O let me, to the shades repair,
"My native shades-there weep, and murmur there." She said, and melting as in tears she lay,
In a soft, silver stream dissolv'd away.
The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps,
Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives
No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear,
VER. 207. Still bears the name] The River Lodon.
As thine, which visits Windsor's fam'd abodes,
To grace the mansion of our earthly Gods:
Like the bright beauties on thy banks below;
Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, His Sov'reign favours, and his country loves : Happy next him, who to these shades retires,
Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires:
He gathers health from herbs the forest yields,
And draws the aromatic souls of flow'rs:
Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high; 245
Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes,
Survey the region, and confess her home!
Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd,
Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens: To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where ye Muses sport on COOPER'S HILL. (On COOPER'S HILL eternal wreaths shall grow While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall flow) I seem through consecrated walks to rove, I hear soft music die along the grove :
Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade,
By god-like Poets venerable made:
Here his first lays majestic DENHAM sung;
There the last numbers flow'd from COWLEY's tongue.
When the sad pomp along his banks was led ?
Since fate relentless stop'd their heav'nly voice,
No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice;
Who now shall charm the shades, where COWLEY
His living harp, and lofty DENHAM sung?
To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes,
Oh would'st thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, Or raise old warriors, whose 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 ev'ry age, Draw
VER. 282.] The Mira of Granville was the Countess of Newburgh. Towards the end of her life Dr. King, of Oxford, wrote a very severe satire against her. in three books, 4to. called The Toast.
VER. 291. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; who flourished in the time of Henry VIII.
VER. 297. Fair Geraldine] The Fair Geraldine, the general object of Lord Surrey's passionate sonnets, was one of the daughters of Gerald, Earl of Kildare, but the whole story is a romance.
VER. 303. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here.