Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd, 261 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 : 267 Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, By god-like Poets venerable made: 270 Here his first lays majestic DENHAM sung; There the last numbers flow'd from COWLEY's tongue. O early lost! what tears the river shed, When the sad pomp along his banks was led? His drooping swans on ev'ry note expire, And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre. 275 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 strung His living harp, and lofty DENHAM sung ? 280 Το To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, Here noble SURREY felt the sacred rage, 285 290 295 301 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. Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cressi's glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield: 306 Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's spear. 310 Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the Martyr-King the marble weeps, And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps: Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, 315 From old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' opprest! Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obscure the place, and uninscrib'd the stone) 320 Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled! She saw her sons with purple death expire, Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire, Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scars. 325 At VER. 307.] Verrio, an artist much employed in painting ceilings and stair-cases. VER. 311. Henry mourn,] Henry VI. VER. 314. once-fear'd Edward sleeps :] Edward IV. VER 316.] See an account of Belerium, so called from Bellerus a Cornish giant, that part of Cornwall called the Land's End, in Warton's edition of Milton's Poems, p. 28. 329 At length great ANNA said " Let Discord cease!" First the fam'd authors of his ancient name, 335 340 345 350 «Hail, 360 "Hail, sacred Peace! hail long-expected days, 355 Red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood: 365 371 Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace : Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide; Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend! 375 380 There VER. 378. And Temples rise,] The fifty new Churches. |