Stothard del. Walker Sculp 355. line 11. Publifh'd as the Act directs, by Harrison & Co Sep. 1.1781. While thus the fpake, my looks exprefs'd When the ftern monarch of the grave The seraph calm'd each anxious fear, I view'd the change with sweet surprize, Thank'd Heav'n, that e'er I drew my breath, KENSINGTON GARDEN. BY MR. TICKEL. Campos, ubi Troja fuit. VIRG. W HERE Kenfington, high o'er the neighb'ring lands, And fees each spring, luxuriant in her bow'rs, A fnow of bloffoms, and a wild of flow'rs, Here, Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, Where rich brocades and gloffy damasks glow, Here England's daughter, darling of the land, Form'd to gain hearts, that Brunswick's caufe deny'd, Long have these groves to royal guefts been known, You, who thro' gazing crowds, your captive throng, Turn on the left, ye fair, your radiant eyes, If gen'rous anguish for another's pains Ere heav'd your hearts, or fhiver'd through your veins, And liften to my melancholy tale. That hollow fpace, where now in living rows, Where Where in the midft thofe verdant pillars fpring, In happier years, a crouded street was feen; When Albion rul'd the land, whofe lineage came They, rich in pilfer'd spoils, indulg'd their mirth, E'en now, Stood the lov'd feat of royal Oberon. Came peers and princes of the fairy ftate, Whoe'er |