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These now no more fhall be the Mufe's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams. 360
Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine,
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 shall die with British blood 365
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:

Safe on my fhore each unmolested fwain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire fhall retain no trace

Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace;
The trumpet sleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' afcending Villa's on my fide,
Project long fhadows o'er the crystal tide,
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase, 375
And Temples rife, the beauteous works of Peace.


VER. 361. Originally thus in the MS.

Let Venice boaft her Tow'rs amidst the Main,
Where the rough Adrian fwells and roars in vain
Here not a Town, but spacious Realm shall have
A fure foundation on the rolling wave.


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

I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend!
There mighty Nations shall enquire their doom,
The World's great Oracle in times to come; 380
There Kings thall fue, and fuppliant States be seen
Once more to bend before a BRITISH QUEEN.
Thy trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their

And half thy forests rush into thy floods,
Bear Britain's thunder, and her Cross display, 385
To the bright regions of the rifing day;

Tempt icy feas, where scarce the waters roll,

Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole;


VER. 383, etc. were originally thus,

Now fhall our fleets the bloody Cross display

To the rich regions of the rifing day,

Or those green ifles, where headlong Titan steeps

His hiffing axle in th' Atlantic deeps:

Tempt icy feas, etc. P.


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 stars, and borne by spicy gales. But in the Dunciad, where the mifchief of Dulnefs is defcribed, they are painted in all their inclemencies,

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Peru once more a race of Kings behold,
And other Mexico's be roof'd with gold.
Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell,
In brazen bonds, fhall barb'rous Difcord dwell:
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition fhall attend her there:
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires, 415
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires:
There hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel,
And Perfecution mourn her broken wheel:
There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain,
And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain. 420

Here ceafe thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days:
The thoughts of Gods letGRANVILLE's verfe recite,
And bring the scenes of op'ning fate to light.
My humble Muse, in unambitious strains,
Paints the green forest the flow'ry pins,

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Or under fouthern fkies 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 fwelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's diftant ends our glory fhall behold, 399
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tyde,
And feather'd people croud my wealthy fide,
And naked youths and painted chiefs admire
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire!
Oh stretch thy reign,fair Peace! from shore to shore,
"Till Conqueft ceafe, and Slav'ry be no more; 406
'Till the freed Indians in their native groves
Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves,


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


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