Where now the fkies high Holland-House invades, For thee a hundred fields produc'd their store, Oriel alone a fecret rage supprest, That from his bofom heav'd the golden veft. Whole heaps of filver tokens, nightly paid Sunk not his ftores. With fimiles and powerful bribes Mean-while, driven back to earth, a lonely way The chearless Albion wander'd half the day, A long, long journey, choak'd with brakes and thorns Tir'd out at length, a spreading ftream he spy'd Twas then a fpreading ftream, though now, its fame On On the clear crystal's verdant bank he stood, And thrice look'd backward on the fatal wood, And thrice he groan'd, and thrice he beat his breast, And thus in tears his kindred gods addrest. If true, ye watery powers, my lineage came From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame; ⚫ Down to his court, with coral garlands crown'd, Through all your grottoes waft my plaintive found, And urge the god, whofe trident shakes the earth, To grace his offspring, and affert my birth.' He faid. A gentle Naiad heard his prayer, And, touch'd with pity for a lover's care, Shoots to the fea, where low beneath the tides Old Neptune in th' unfathom'd deep refides. Rouz'd at the news, the fea's ftern fultan fwore Revenge, and scarce from present arms forbore : But firft the nymph his harbinger he fends, And to her care the favourite boy commends. As through the Thames her backward course the guides, Driv'n up his current by the refluent tides, Along his banks the pygmy legions spread She spies, and haughty Oriel at their head. Soon with wrong'd Albion's name the host she fires, And counts the ocean's god among his fires; The ocean's god, by whom shall be o'erthrown, (Styx heard his oath) the tyrant Oberon. • See here beneath a toadstool's deadly gloom Lies Albion: him the fates your leader doom. Hear, and obey; 'tis Neptune's powerful call, By him Azuriel and his king shall fall.' P She : She faid. They bow'd and on their fhields up-bore With fhouts their new faluted emperor. Ev'n Oriel fmil'd: at leaft to fimile he ftrove, More light he treads, more tall he feems to rife, O for thy Mufe, great Bard*, whofe lofty strains Now the fhrill corn-pipes, echoing loud to arms, To rank and file reduce the ftraggling fwarms. Thick rows of fpears at once, with fudden glare, A grove of needles, glitter in the air; Loofe in the winds fmall ribbon ftreamers flow, Dipt in all colours of the heavenly-bow, And the gay hoft, that now its march pursues, Gleams o'er the meadows in a thoufand hues. *Mr. Addifon.. On : On Buda's plains thus formidably bright, Shone Afia's fons, a pleasing dreadful fight. In various robes their filken troops were feen, The blue, the red, and prophet's facred green When blooming Brunfwick, near the Danube's flood, Firft ftain'd his maiden fword in Turkish blood. Unfeen and filent march the flow brigades Through pathlefs wilds, and unfrequented fhades. In hope already vanquish'd by furprize, In Albion's power the fairy empire lies; Already has he feiz'd on Kenna's charms, And the glad beauty trembles in his arms. The march concludes: and now in profpect near, But fenc'd with arms, the hoftile towers appear. For Oberon, or Druids falfely fing, Wore his prime vifier in a magic ring, A fubtle spright, that opening plots foretold To charge their foes they march, a glittering band, What rage that hour did Albion's foul poffefs, Forbear! rafh youth, th' unequal war to try ;: No god ftands ready to avert thy doom, Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come. Too near the needle-pointed javelin came, Drove through the feven-fold fhield, and filken veft, His ufelefs fteel brave Albion wields no more, The |