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Have in their crimson crosses glow'd;
But, on just law-givers bestow'd,
These emblems Cecil did invest,
And gleam'd on wise Godolphin's breast.

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So Greece, ere arts began to rise,
Fix'd huge Orion in the skies,
And stern Alcides, fam'd in wars,
Bespangled with a thousand stars ;
'Till letter'd Athens round the pole
Made gentler constellations roll,
In the blue heavens the * Lyre she strung,
And near the Maid the Balance hung.

Then, SPENCER, mount amid the band,
Where knights and kings promiscuous stand.
What though the hero's Aame repress’d
Burns calmly in thy generous breast;
Yet who more dauntless to oppose
In doubtful days our home-bred foes?
Who rais'd his country's wealth so high,
Or view'd with less defiring eye?

* Names of Constellations.

Vol. I.


VII. The

The fage, who large of foul furveys
The globe, and all its empires weighs,
Watchful the various climes to guide,
Which seas, and tongues, and faiths divide,
A nobler name in Windsor's shrine
Shall leave, if right the Muse divine,
Than sprung of old, abhorr'd and vain,
From ravag'd realms and myriads Nain.

Why praise we, prodigal of fame,
The rage that sets the world on fame?
My guiltless Muse his brow shall bind
Whose godlike bounty spares mankind :
For those, whom bloody garlands crown,
The brass may breathe, the marble frown;
To him, through every rescu'd land, ,
Ten thousand living trophies stand.



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WHERE Kensington high o’er the neighb'ringlands,

'Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blofsoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To groves and lawns, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sun-shine, and see azure skies; Each walk, with robes of various dies bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the show'ry bow.


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Here England's Daughter, darling of the land,
Sometimes, surrounded with her virgin band,
Gleams through the shades. She, tow'ring o'er the rest,
Stands fairest of the fairer kind confess’d,
Form’d to gain hearts, that Brunswick's cause deny'd,
And charm a people to her Father's side.

Long have these groves to royal guests been known,
Nor Nassau first prefer'd them to a throne.
Ere Norman banners way'd in British air;
Ere lordly Hubba with the golden hair
Pour'd in his Danes; ere elder Julius came;
Or Dardan Brutus gave our isle a name;
A prince of Albion's lineage grac'd the wood,
The scene of wars, and stain’d with lovers' blood.

You, who through gazing crowds, your captive throng,

and passions, as you move along,
Turn on the left, ye fair, your radiant eyes,
Where all unlevell d'the gay garden lies :
If generous anguish for another's pains
E'er heav'd your hearts, or shiver'd through your veins,
Look down attentive on the pleasing dale,
And listen to my melancholy tale.

That hollow space, where now in living rows,
Line above line the yew's sad verdure grows,

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Was, ere the planter's hand its beauty gave,
A common pit, a rude unfashion’d cave ;
The landskip now so sweet we well may praise,
But far, far sweeter in its ancient days,
Far sweeter was it, when its peopled ground
With fairy domes and dazzling tow'rs was crown'd.
Where in the midst those verdant pillars {pring,
Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ;
For every hedge of vegetable green,
In happier years a crowded street was seen,
Nor all those leaves, that now the prospect grace,
Could match the numbers of its pigmy race.
What urg'd this mighty empire to its fate,
A tale of woe and wonder, I relate.

When Albion ruld the land, whose lineage came
From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame,
Their midnight pranks the sprightly fairies play'd
On every hill, and danc'd in every fhade.
But, foes to fun-fhine, most they took delight
In dells and dales conceald from human sight :
There hew'd their houses in the arching rock;
Or scoop'd the bosom of the blasted oak;
Or heard, o'ershadow'd by some shelving hill,
The distant murmurs of the falling rill.


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