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So had it been, had aught of mortal Itrain,
Or less than fairy felt the deadly pain.
But empyreal forms, howe'er in fight
Galh'd and dismember'd, easily unitę.
As fome frail cup of China's purest mold,
With azure varnish'd, and bedrop'd with gold,
Tho' broke, if cur’d by some nice virgin's hands,
In its old strength and pristine beauty stands ;
The tumults of the boiling Bohea braves,
And hold fecure the Coffee's fable waves ;
So did Azuriel's arm, if fame fay true,
Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grews
And, whilft in wonder fix'd poor Albion stood,
Plung'd the curs’d fabre in his heart's warm blood.
The golden broidery tender Milkah wove,
The breast to Kenna sacred and to love,
Lie rent and mangled : and the gaping wound
Pours out a flood of purple on the ground.
The jetty lustre fickens in his eyes :
On his cold cheeks the bloomy freshness dies $
• Oh Kenna, Kenna, thrice he try'd to say,
• Kenna farewel;' and figh'd his soul away.
His fall the Dryads with loud shrieks deplore,
By sister Nalads echo'd from the shore,
Thence down to Neptune's secret realms convey'd,
Through grots, and glooms, and many a coral shade,
The sea's great fire, with looks denouncing war,
The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly carr:
With one stern frown the wide-spread deep deforms,
And works the madding ocean into storms. .
O’er foaming mountains, and through bursting tides,
Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides,
"Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's roar
It shoots, and lands him on the destin'd shore.
Now fix'd on earth his tow'ring ftature ftood,
Hung o'er the mountains, and o'erlook'd the wood.
To Brumpton's grove one ample stride he took,
(The valleys trembled, and the forests shook)
The next huge step reach'd the devoted fhade,
Where choak'd in blood was wretched Albion laid :
Where now the vanquish'd, with the victors join'd,
Beneath the regal banners stood combin’d.
Th' embatteld dwarfs with rage and scorn he past,
And on their town his
Its deep foundations his strong trident cleaves,
And high in air th' up-rooted empire heaves;
On his broad engine the vast ruin hung,
Which on the foe with force divine he flung :
Aghast the legions in th' approaching fhade,
Th’inverted fpires and rocking domes survey'd,
That downward tumbling on the host below
Crush'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow.
Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors, are together loft,
And a whole empire falls to sooth fad Albion's ghoft.
Such was the period, long restrain'd by Fate,
And such the downfal of the fairy ftate.
This dale, a pleasing region, not unbleft,
This dale poffefs'd they ; and had still possess’d,
Had not their monarch, with a father's pride,
Rent from her lord th' inviolable bride,
Rash to diffolve the contract seal'd above,
The folemn vows and facred bonds of love. -
Now, where his elves fo brightly danc'd the round,
No violet breathes, nor daisy paints the ground,
His towers and people fill one common grave,
A shapeless ruin, and a barren cave.
Beneath huge hills of smoaking piles he lay
Stun'd and confounded a whole summer's day.
At length awak'd (for what can long restrain
Unbody'd spirits !) but awak'd in pain :
And as he saw the desolated wood,
And the dark den where once his empire stood,
Grief chill'd his heart: to his half-opend eyes
In every oak a Neptune seem'd to rise :
He fled : and left, with all his trembling peers,
The long possession of a thousand years.
Thro'bush, thro'brake, thro' groves and gloomy dales,
Thro’ dank and dry, o'er streams and flowery vales,
Direct they fled; but often look'd behind,
And stop' and started at each russling wind.
Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands
Disperse and wander into different lands;
Part did beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie,
In filent glooms impervious to the fky;
Part on fair Avon's margin seek repose,
Whose stream o'er Britain's midmost region flows,
Where formidable Neptune never came,
And feas and oceans are but known by fame :
Some to dark woods and fecret shades retreat,
And fome on mountains chuse their airy seat.
There haply by the ruddy damsel feen,
Or fhepherd-boy, they featly foot the green,
While from their steps a circling verdure springs ;
But Ay from towns, and dread the courts of kings.
Mean-while fad Kenna, loth to quit the grove,
Hung o'er the body of her breathless love,
Try'd every art (vain arts !) to change his doom,
And vow'd (vain vows !) to join him in the tomb,
What could she do; the Fates alike deny
The dead to live, or fairy forms to die.
An herb there grows (the fame old + Homer tells
Ulysses bore to rival Circe's spells)
Its root is ebon-black, but fends to light
A stem that bends with How'rets milky white,
Moly the plant, which gods and fairies know,
But secret kept from mortal men below.
On his pale limbs its virtuous juice she shed,
And murmur'd mystick numbers o'er the dead,
When lo! the little shape by magick power
Grew less and less, contracted to a flowers
A flower, that first in this fweet garden (mira,
To virgins facred, and the Snow-drop ftyla.
The new-born plant with sweet regret the view'd,
Warm’d with her fighs, and with her tears bedew'd,
Its ripen'd feeds from bank to bank convey'd,
And with her lover whiten'd half the shade.
Thus won from death each spring she sees him grow,
And glories in the vegetable snow,
Which now increas'd through wide Britannia's plains,
Its parent's warmth and spotless name retains ;
First leader of the flowery race aspires,
And foremoft catches the sun's genial fires,
'Midft frofts and snows triumphant dares appear,
Mingles the seasons, and leads on the year.
Deserted now of all the pygmy race,
Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place.
In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age,
It lay accurs'd, the mark of Neptune's rage ;
great Nassau recloath'd the desart shade, Thence facred to Britannia's monarchs made. 'Twas then the green-rob’d nymph, fair Kenna, came, (Kenna that gave the neighb'ring town its name) Proud when the faw th' ennobled garden shine With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line. She vow'd to grace the manfions once her own, And picture out in plants the fairy town. To far-fam'd Wife her flight unseen she sped, And with gay prospects fill'd the craftsman's head,