How canft thou hope to fly the world, in vain
From Europe fever'd by the circling main;
Sought by the kings of every diftant land,
And every hero worthy of thy hand?

Haft thou forgot that mighty Bourbon fear'd
He ftill was mortal, till thy draught appear'd?
That Cofmo chofe thy glowing form to place,
Amidft her mafters of the Lombard race?
See on her Titian's and her Guido's urns,
Her falling arts forlorn Hefperia mourns;
While Britain wins each garland from her brow,
Her wit and freedom first, her painting now.

Let the faint copier, on old Tiber's shore, Nor mean the task, each breathing buft explore, Line after line, with painful patience trace, This Roman grandeur, that Athenian grace; Vain care of parts; if, impotent of soul,

Th' induftrious workman fails to warm the whole,
Each theft betrays the marble whence it came,
And a cool ftatue ftiffens in the frame.
Thee nature taught, nor art her aid deny'd,
The kindeft mittress, and the fureft guide,
To catch a likénefs at one piercing fight,
And place the fairest in the fairest light;
Ere yet thy pencil tries her nicer toils,
Or on thy pallet lie the blended oils,
Thy carelefs chalk has half atchiev'd thy art,
And her just image makes Cleora start.

A mind that grafps the whole is rarely found,
Half learn'd, half painters, and half wits, abound;
Few, like thy genius, at proportion aim,
All great, all graceful, and throughout the fame.
Such be thy life, O fince the glorious rage
That fir'd thy youth! flames unfubdued by age;
Though wealth, nor fame, now touch thy fated
mind,

Still tinge the canvas, bounteous to mankind; Since after thee may rise an impious line, Coarfe manglers of the human face divine, Paint on, till fate dissolve thy mortal part, And live and die the monarch of thy art.

ON THE

DEATH OF THE EARL OF CADOGAN.

Or Marlborough's captains, and Eugenio's friends,
The laft, Cadogan, to the grave descends:
Low lies each hand, whence Blenheim's glory
fprung,

[fung.
The chiefs who conquer'd, and the bards who
From his cold corfe though every friend be fled,
Lo! envy waits, that lover of the dead:
Thus did the feign o'er Naffau's herse to mourn;
Thus wept infidious Churchill o'er thy urn;
To blaft the living, gave the dead their due,
And wreaths, herself had tainted, trim'd anew.
Thou, yet unnam'd to fill his empty place,
And lead to war thy country's growing race.
Take every wifh a British heart can frame,
Add palm to palm, and rife from fame to fame.
An hour must come, when thou shalt hear with
rage

Thyself traduc'd, and curse a thankless age:
Nor yet for this decline the generous ftrife,
Thefe ills, brave man, fhall quit thee with thy life,
VOL. VIII.

Alive, though ftain'd by every abject slave,
Secure of fame and justice in the grave.
Ah, no- when once the mortal yields to fate,
The blaft of fame's fweet trumpet founds too late,
Too late to stay the spirit on its flight,

Or foothe the new inhabitant of light;
Who hears regardless, while fond man, diftrefs'd,
Hangs on the abfent, and laments the bleft.
Farewell then fame, ill fought through fields
and blood,

Farewell unfaithful promifer of good:
Thou mufic, warbling to the deafen'd ear!
Thou incenfe wafted on the funeral bier!
Through life pursued in vain, by death obtain'd,
When afk'd, deny'd us, and when given, disdain'd.

AN ODE,

Infcribed to the Ear! of Sunderland, at Windfor.

THOU dome, where Edward first enroll'd
His red-crofs knights and barons bold,
Whofe vacant feats, by virtue bought,
Ambitious emperors have fought:
Where Britain's foremost names are found,
In peace belov'd, in war renown'd,
Who niade the hoftile nations moan,
Or brought a blessing on their own:

Once more a fon of Spenfer waits,
A name faniiliar to thy gates
Sprung from the chief whofe prowefs gain'd
The garter while thy founder reign'd,
He offer'd here his dinted fhield,
The dread of Gauls in Creffi's field,
Which, in thy high-arch'd temple rais'd,
For four long centuries hath blaz’d.

These feats our fires, a hardy kind,
To the fierce fons of war confin'd,
The flower of chivalry, who drew
With finew'd arm the ftubborn yew:
Or with heav'd pole-ax clear'd the field;
Or who, in justs and tourneys skill'd,
Before their ladies eyes renown'd,
Threw horfe and horfeman to the ground.
In after-times, as courts refin'd,
Our patriots in the lift were join'd.
Not only Warwick ftain'd with blood,
Or Marlborough near the Danube's flood,
Have in their crimson crofies glow'd;
But, on juft lawgivers bestow'd,
Thefe emblems Cecil did invest,
And gleam'd on wife Godolphin's breaft.

So Greece, ere arts began to rife,
Fix'd huge Orion in the fkies,
And ftern Alcides, fam'd in wars,
Befpangled with a thousand flars;
Till letter'd Athens round the pole
Made gentler conftellations roll;
In the blue heavens the lyre the trung,
And near the Maid the Balance hung.

Then, Spenfer, mount amid the band,
Where knights and kings promifcuous stand.

What though the hero's flame reprefs'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 fo high,
Or view'd with lefs defiring eye!

The fage who large of foul surveys
The globe, and all its empires weighs,
Watchful the various climes to guide,
Which feas, and tongues, and faiths, divide,
A nobler name in Windfor's fhrine,
Shall leave, if right the mufe divine,
Than fprung of old, abhorr'd and vain,
From ravag'd realms, and myriads slain.

Why praife we, prodigal of fame, The rage that fets the world on flame? My guiltless mufe his brow shall bind, Whofe godlike bounty (pares mankind. For thofe, whom bloody garlands crown, The brass may breathe, the marble frown, To him through every rescued land, Ten thousand living trophies ftand.

'Midft greens and fweets, a regal fabric, ftands,
And fees each fpring, luxuriant in her bowers,
A fnow of bloffoms, and a wild of flowers,
The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair
To gravel walks, and unpolluted air.
Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies,
They breathe in fun-fhine, and fee azure skies;
Each walk, with robes of various dyes befpread,
Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed,
Where rich brocades and gloffy damasks glow,
And chints, the rival of the showery bow.

Here England's daughter, darling of the land, Sometimes, furrounded with her virgin band, Gleams through the fhades. She, towering o'er the reft,

Stands faireft of the fairer kind confefs'd, [ny'd,
Form'd to gain hearts, that Brunfwick's caufe de-
And charm a people to her father's fide. [known,
Long have thefe groves to royal guests been
Nor Naffau first prefer'd them to a throne.
Ere Norman banners wav'd in British air;
Ere lordly Hubba with the golden hair
Pour'd in his Danes; ere elder Jalius came;
Or Dardan Brutus gave our ifle a name;
A prince of Albion's lineage grac'd the wood,
The scene of wars, and ftain'd with lovers' blood.

You, who through gazing crowds, your captive
throng,

Throw pangs and paffions, 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
Ere heav'd your hearts, or shiver'd through your
Look down attentive on the pleafing dale,
And liften to my melancholy tale.

[veins,

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

Was, ere the planter's hand its beauty gave
A common pit, a rude unfashion'd cave.
The landskip now fo fweet we well may praise :
But far, far fweeter in its ancient days,
Far fweeter was it, when its peopled ground
With fairy domes and dazzling towers was crown'd.
Where in the midst those verdant pillars fpring,
Rofe the proud palace of the Elfin king;
For every hedge of vegetable green,

In happier years a crowded street was feen;
Nor all thofe leaves that now the profpect grace,
Could match the numbers of its pygmy race,
What urg'd this mighty empire to its fate,
A tale of woe and wonder, I relate.

When Albion rul'd the land, whofe lineage came
From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame,
Their midnight pranks the fprightly fairies play'd
On every hill, and danc'd in every fhade.
But, foes to fun-shine, most they took delight
In dells and dales conceal'd from human fight:
There hew'd their houses in the arching rock;
Or fcoop'd the bofom of the blasted oak;
Or heard, o'ershadow'd by some shelving hill,
The diftant murmurs of the falling rill.
They, rich in pilfer'd spoils, indulg'd their mirth,
And pity'd the huge wretched fons of earth.
Ev'n now, 'tis faid, the hinds o'erhear their ftrain,
And strive to view their airy forms in vain :
They to their cells at man's approach repair,
Like the fhy leveret, or the mother-hare,
The whilft poor mortals startle at the found
Of unfeen footsteps on the haunted ground.

Amid this garden, then with woods o'ergrown, Stood the lov'd feat of royal Oberon.. From every region to his palace-gate Came peers and princes of the fairy state, Who, rank'd in council round the facred fhade, Their monarch's will and great behests obey'd. From Thames' fair banks, by lofty towers adorn'd, With loads of plunder oft his chiefs return'd: Hence in proud robes, and colours bright and gay, Shone every knight and every lovely fay. Whoe'er on Powell's dazzling stage difplay'd, Hath fam'd King Pepin, and his court furvey'd, May guefs, if old by modern things we trace, The pomp and fplendour of the fairy.race.

By magic fenc'd, by fpells encompafs'd round, No mortal touch'd this interdicted ground; No mortal enter'd, thofe alone who came Stol'n from the couch of fome terrestrial dame: For oft of babes they robb'd the matron's bed, And left fome fickly changeling in their ftead.

It chanc'd a youth of Albion's royal blood Was fofter'd here, the wonder of the wood. Milkah for wiles above her peers renown'd, Deep-skill'd in charms and many a mystic found, As through the regal dome she fought for prey, Obferv'd the infant Albion where he lay In mantles broider'd o'er with gorgeous pride, And stole him from the fleeping mother's fide. Who now but Milkah triumphs in her mind! Ah, wretched nymph, to future evils blind! The time fhall come when thou fhalt dearly pay The theft, hard-hearted! of that guilty day: Thou in thy turn fhalt like the queen repine, And all her forrows, doubled, shall be thine:

He who adorns thy houfe, the lovely boy
Who now adorns it, shall at length destroy.

Two hundred moons in their pale course had seen
The gay-rob'd fairies glimmer on the green,
And Albion now had reach'd in youthful prime
To nineteen years, as mortals measure time.
Flush'd with refiftless charms he fir'd to love
Each nymph and little Dryad of the grove;
For skilful Milkah fpar'd not to employ
Her utmost art to rear the princely boy;
Each fupple limb fhe fwath'd, and tender bone,
And to the Elfin standard kept him down ;
She robb'd dwarf-elders of their fragrant fruit,
And fed him early with the daisy's root,
Whence through his veins the powerful juices ran,
And form'd in beauteous miniature the man.
Yet ftill, two inches taller than the rest,
His lofty port his human birth confefs'd;
A foot in height, how stately did he show!
How look fuperior on the crowd below!
What knight like him could tofs the rushy lance!
Who move fo graceful in the mazy dance!
A shape so nice, or features half so fair,
What elf could boast! or such a flow of hair!
Bright Kenna faw, a princess born to reign,
And felt the charmer burn in every vein.
She, heiress to this empire's potent lord,
Prais'd like the stars, and next the moon ador'd.
She, whom at distance thrones and princedoms
view'd,

To whom proud Oriel and Azuriel sued,
In her high palace languifh'd, void of joy,
And pin'd in fecret for a mortal boy.

He too was fmitten, and difcreetly ftrove
By courtly deeds to gain the virgin's love.
For her he cull'd the fairest flowers that grew,
Ere morning funs had drain'd their fragrant dew;
He chas'd the hornet in his mid-day flight,
And brought her glow-worms in the noon of night;
When on ripe fruits she caft a wishing eye,
Did ever Albion think the tree too high!
He fhow'd her where the pregnant goldfinch hung,
And the wren-mother brooding o'er her young;
To her th' infcription on their eggs he read,
(Admire, ye clerks, the youth whom Milkah bred)
To her he show'd each herb of virtuous juice,
Their powers distinguish'd and defcrib'd their use:
All vain their powers, alas! to Kenna prove,
And well fung Ovid," There's no herb for love."
As when a ghost, enlarg'd from realms below,
Seeks its old friend to tell some secret wo,
The poor fhade fhivering ftands, and muft not
break

His painful filence, till the mortal speak:
So far'd it with the little love-fick maid,
Forbid to utter, what her eyes betray'd.
He saw her anguish, and reveal'd his flame,
And spar'd the blushes of the tongue-ty'd dame.
The day would fail me, should I reckon o'er
The fighs they lavish'd, and the oaths they swore
In words fo melting, that compar'd with those
The nicest courtship of terrestrial beaux
Would found like compliments, from country
clowns
[gowns.
To red cheek'd sweet-hearts in their home-fpun

All in a lawn of many a various hue
A bed of flowers (a fairy forest) grew;
'Twas here one noon, the gaudieft of the May,
The ftill, the fecret, filent, hour of day,
Beneath a lofty tulip's ample fhade
Sat the young lover and th' immortal maid.
They thought all fairies flept, ah, luckless pair!
Hid, but in vain, in the fun's noon-tide glare!
When Albion, leaning on his Kenna's breast,
Thus all the foftnefs of his foul expreft:

"All things are hush'd. The sun's meridian rays "Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze: "Nor moon nor star in heaven's blue arch is seen "With kindly rays to filver o'er the green, "Grateful to fairy eyes; they fecret take "Their reft, and only wretched mortals wake. "This dead of day I fly to thee alone, "A world to me, a multitude in one. "Oh, fweet as dew-drops on these flowery lawns, "When the fky opens, and the evening dawns! "Straight as the pink, that towers fo high in air, "Soft as the blow-bell! as the daisy fair! "Bleft be the hour, when first I was convey'd "An infant captive to this blissful shade! "And bleft the hand that did my form refine, "And fhrunk my flature to a match with thine! "Glad I for thee renounce my royal birth, "And all the giant daughters of the earth. "Thou, if thy braaft with equal ardour burn, "Renounce thy kind, and love for love return. "So from us two, combin'd by nuptial ties, "A race of unknown demi-gods fhall rife. "O fpeak, my love! my vows with vows repay, "And fweetly fwear my rifing fears away." To whom (the shining azure of her eyes Mere brighten'd) thus th' enamour'd maid réplies:

"By all the stars, and first the glorious moon, "Ifwear, and by the head of Oberon, "A dreadful oath no prince of fairy line "Shall e'er in wedlock plight his vows with mine. "Where'er my footsteps in the dance are seen, "May toadstools rife, and mildews blaft the green, "May the keen eaft wind blight my favourite

" flowers,

"And fnakes and spotted adders haunt my bowers, "Confin'd whole ages in an hemlock fhade "There rather pine I a neglected maid, "Or worse, exil'd from Cynthia's gentle rays, "Parch in the fun a thousand fummer-days, "Than any prince, a prince of fairy line, "In facred wedlock plight his vows with mine." She ended and with lips of rofy hue Dipp'd five times over in ambrosial dew, Stifled his words. When from his covert rear'd, The frowning brow of Oberon appear'd.

A fun-flower's trunk was near, whence (killing fight!)

The monarch iffued, half an ell in height:
Full on the pair a furious look he caft,
Nor fpoke; but gave his bugle-horn a blast
That through the woodland echoed far and wide,
And drew a fwarm of subjects to his fide.
A hundred chofen knights, in war renown'd,
Drive Albion banish'd from the facred ground;
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And twice ten myriads guard the bright abodes,
Where the proud king, amidst his demi-gods,
For Kenna's fudden bridal bids prepare,
And to Azuriel gives the weeping fair.

If fame in arms, with ancient birth combin'd,
A faultlefs beauty, and a spotlefs mind,
To love and praife can generous fouls incline,
That love, Azuriel, and that praife, was thine.
Blood, only less than royal, fill'd thy veins,
Proud was thy roof, and large thy fair domains.
Where now the fkies high Holland-Houfe in-
vades,

And fhort-liv'd Warwick fadden'd all the shades, Thy dwelling ftood: nor did in him afford

A nobler owner, or a lovelier lord.

For thee a hundred fields produc'd their store,
And by thy nanie ten thousand vaffals swore;
So lov'd thy name, that, at their monarch's
choice,

'All fairy fhouted with a general voice.

Oriel alone a fecret rage fuppreit,

That from his bofom heav'd the golden veft.
Along the banks of Thame his empire ran,
Wide was his range, and populous his clan.
When cleanly fervants, if we trust old tales,
Befide their wages had good fairy vails,
Whole heaps of filver tokens, nightly paid,
'The careful wife, or the neat dairy-maid,
Sunk not his fores. With fmiles and powerful
bribes

He gain'd the leaders of his neighbour tribes
And ere the night the face of heaven had chang'd,
Beneath his banners half the fairies rang'd.
Meanwhile, driven back to earth, a lonely way
The cheerlefs Albion wander'd half the day,
A long, long journey, chok'd with brakes and
thorns

Ill-meafur'd by ten thoufand barley-corns.
Tir'd out at length, a fpreading ftream he spy'd
Fed by old Thame, a daughter of the tide :
'Twas then a spreading stream, though now its
fame

Obfcur'd, it bears the Creek's inglorious name, And creeps, as through contracted bounds it strays, A leap for boys in thefe degenerate days.

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,
Rous'd at the news, the fea's ftern fültan fwore
Revenge, and fearce from prefent arms forbore;
Lut fit the nymph his harbinger he fends,
And to her care the favourite boy commends.

As through the Thames her backward courfe fne guides,

Driven by his current up the refluent tides, Along his banks the pigmy legions spread, She fpies, and haughty Oriel at their head. Soon with wrong'd Albion's name the hoft the 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."

She faid. They bow'd: and on their shields up-bore

With fhouts their new faluted emperor.
Ev'n Oriel fmil'd: at least to fmile he ftrove,
And hopes of vengeance triumph'd over love.
See now the mourner of the lonely fhade
By gods protected, and by hofts obey'd,
A flave, a chief, by fickle fortune's play,
In the fhort courfe of one revolving day.
What wonder if the youth, fo ftrangely bleft,
Felt his heart flutter in his little breast!
His thick embattled troops, with fecret pride,
He views extended half an acre wide;
More light he treads, more tall he seems to rife,
And ftruts a straw-breadth nearer to the skies.

O for thy mufe, great Bard", whofe lofty strains
In battle join'd the pigmics and the cranes!
Each gaudy knight, had I that warmth divine,
Each colour'd legion in my verfe should shine.
But fimple I, and innocent of art,
The tale, that footh'd my infant years, impart,
The tale I heard whole winter-eves, untir'd,
And fing the battles, that my nurse inspir'd.

Now the fhrill corn-pipes, echoing loud to

arms,

To rank and file reduce the ftraggling fwarms.
Thick rows of fpears at once, with sudden glare,
A grove of needles glitter in the air;
Loofe in the winds fmail ribbon streamers 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 thousand hues,

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 Brunswick, 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 shades. In hope already vanquish'd by surprise, 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 profpe&

near,

But fenc'd with arms, the hoftile towers appear,
For Oberon, or Druids falfely sing,
Wore his prime vifier in a magic ring,

• Mr. Addifon

A subtle sprite, that opening plots foretold
By fudden dimnefs on the beamy gold.
Hence, in a crefcent form'd, his legions bright
With beating bofoms waited for the fight;
To charge their foes they march, a glittering band,
And in their van doth bold Azuriel ftand.

What rage that hour did Albion's foul poffefs,
Let chiefs imagine, and let lovers guefs!
Forth iffuing from his ranks, that strove in vain
To check his course, athwart the dreadful plain
He ftrides indignant: and with haughty cries
To fingle fight the fairy prince defies.

Forbear rash youth, th' unequal war to try;
Nor, fprung from mortals, with immortals vie.
No god ftands ready to avert thy doom,
Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come.
My words are vain-no words the wretch can
move,

By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love:
He longs, he burns, to win the glorious prize,
And fees no danger, while he fees her eyes.

Now from each hoft the eager warriors start,
And furious Albion flings his hafty dart.
'Twas feather'd from the bec's tranfparent wing,
And its fhaft ended in a hornet's fting;
But, toft in rage, it flew without a wound,
High o'er the foe, and guiltless pierc'd the ground.
Not fo Azuriel's with unerring aim
Too near the needle-pointed javelin came,
Drove through the sevenfold fhield, and filken veft,
And lightly raz'd the lover's ivory breaft.
Rous'd at the fmart, and rifing to the blow,
With his keen fword he cleaves his fairy foe,
Sheer from the fhoulder to the wafte he cleaves
And of one arm the tottering trunk bereaves.

His ufelefs fteel brave Albion weilds no more,
But fternly fmiles, and thinks the combat o'er:
So had it been, had aught of mortal strain,
Or less than fairy felt the deadly pain.
But empyreal forms howe'er in fight
Gafh'd and difmember'd, easily unite.
As fome frail cup of China's pureft mould,
With azure varnish'd, and bedropt with gold,
Though broke, if cur'd by fome nice virgin's
hands,

In its old ftrength and priftine beauty stands;
The tumults of the boiling bohea braves,
And holds fecure the coffee's fable waves:
So did Azuriel's arm, if fame say true,
Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grew;
And, whilft in wonder fix'd poor Albion flood,
Plung'd the curs'd fabre in his heart's warm blood.
The golden broidery, tender Milkah wove,
The breaft, to Kenna facred and to love,
Lie rent and mangled : and the gaping wound
Pours out a flood of purple on the ground.
The jetty luftre fickens in his eyes:
On his cold cheeks the bloomy freshness dies;
Oh Kenna, Kenna, thrice he try'd to fay,
Kenna, farewell' and figh'd his foul away.
His fall the Dryads with loud fhrieks deplore,
By fifter Naiads echo'd from the fhore,
Thence down to Neptune's fecret realms con-
vey'd,

Through grots, and g'ooms,and many a coral fhade.

The fea's great fire, with looks denouncing war, The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly car: With one ftern frown the wide-fpread deep deforms,

And works the madding ocean into storms. O'er foaming mountains, and through burfling tides,

Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides, Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's

roar

It fhoots, and lands him on the deftin'd fhore.
Now fix'd on earth his towering ftature flood,
Hung o'er the mountains, and o'eriook'd the wood.
To Brumpton's grove one ample ftride he took,
(The vallies trembled, and the forefts fhook)
The next huge ftep reach'd the devoted fhade,
Where chok'd in blood was wretched Albion laid;
Where now the vanquifh'd, with the victors join'd,
Beneath the regal banners ftood combin'd.

Th' embattell'd dwarfs with rage and fcorn he paft,

loft,

And on their town his eye vindictive caft.
In deep foundations his ftrong trident cleaves.
And high in air th' uprooted empire heaves;
On his broad engine the vaft ruin hung,
Which on the foe with force divine he flung:
Aghaft the legions, in th' approaching fhade,
Th' inverted fpires and rocking dones furvey'd,
That downward tumbling on the hoft below
Crufh'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow.
Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors, are together
[ghoft.
And a whole empire falls to foothe fad Albion's
Such was the period, long reftrain'd by fate,
And fuch the downfall of the fairy ftate.
This dale, a pleafing region, not unbleft,
This dale poffcft they; and had till poffeft;
Had not their monarch, with a father's pride,
Rent from her lord th' inviolable bride,
Rafh to diffolve the contract feal'd above,
The folemn vows and facred bonds of love.
Now, where his elves fo fprightly danc'd the round,
No violet breathes, nor daily paints the ground,
His towers and people fill one common grave,
A fhapeless ruin, and a barren cave.

Beneath huge hills of fmoking piles he lay
Stunn'd and confounded a whole fummer's day,
At length awak'd (for what can long reftrain
Unbody'd fpirits!) but awak'd in pain:
And as he law the defolated wood,
And the dark den where once his empire flood,
| Grief chill'd his heart: to his half-open'd eyes
In every oak a Neptune feem'd to rife :
He fled and left, with all his trembling peers,
The long poffeffion of a thousand years.

Through bush, through brake, through groves and gloomy dales, Through dank and dry, o'er ftreams and flowery vales,

DireЯ they fled; but often look'd behind,
And stopt and flarted at each ruftling wind.
Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands
Difperfe and wander into different lands.
Part hid beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie,
filent glooms, impervious to the fky;
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