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Though deep yet clear; though gentle yet not dulf;
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full;
Heav'n her Eridanus no more shall boast,
Whose fame's in this, like lesser currents lost.

Staines and Chertsey with their respective bridges are the next places that are washed by the Thames. The scenery of Ham Farm, Wooburn Farm, and Oatlands, give beauty and splendour to its banks; and having passed the small retired village of Shepperton, and flowed through Walton Bridge, its Middlesex side is decorated with a long line of handsome mansions that form the beauty of Sunbury and Hampton. Here the palace is a magnificent object, and the stream glides on between the royal Park on the one side, and the elegant country houses of Thames Ditton on the other, till it reaches the ancient county town of Kingston in Surrey. The river now assumes a more polished, and, as it has long possessed, a classical character. Twickenham with its gardens and its meads, and Ham, scarce seen in its leafy bowers, adorn the banks of the river, till it flows beneath the lofty brow of Richmond; when it passes on, with the tide's accelerated wave, between the royal Gardens, and the lawns of Sion

INTRODUCTION.

to Kew, where its rural character, may be said
almost to end; or at least is blended, with the
mill and the manufactory, the lengthened street,
the active occupations of life, and the busy hum
of men.
It now reaches the metropolis, and
having washed the shores of the first city, it be-
comes itself the finest harbour, in the world. It
afterwards assumes a new and indeed a stupen-
duous character. Forests of masts, docks of
vast extent, the great naval arsenals, and the im-
mense living navigation, possess and adorn it
till after a course of more than two hundred
miles, it yields its abundant waters to the sea.

The charms Italian meadows shower,
The orange grove, the myrtle bower,
The roaring cat'ract wild and white,
The Lotos flower of azure light;

The fields where ceaseless summer smiles,
The bloom that decks th' Ægean isles;
The hills that touch th' empyreal plain,
Olympian Jove's sublime domain;

To other streams all these resign:

Still none, oh Thames! shall vie with thine,
Far other charms than they possess,
Thy ever verdant margin bless.

Where peace with freedom, hand in hand,
Walks forth along the sparkling strand;
And cheerful toil and glowing health,
Proclaim a patriot nation's wealth.
The blood stain'd scourge no tyrants wield,
No groaning slaves invert the field;

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But willing labour's careful train,
Crowns all thy banks with waving grain;
With beauty decks thy sylvan shades,
With livelier green invests thy glades:
And grace and bloom and plenty pours,
On thy sweet meads and willowy shores.
The field where herds unnumber'd rove,
The laurell'd path, the beechen grove;
The oak in lonely grandeur free,
Lord of the forest and the sea;

The spreading plain, the cultur'd hill,
The tranquil cot, the restless mill,
The lonely hamlet calm and still;
The village spire, the busy town,
The shelving bank, the rising down,
The fisher's boat, the peasant's home,
The woodland seat, the regal dome,
In quick succession rise to charm
The mind with virtuous feelings warm.
Till where thy widening current glides,
To mingle with the turbid tides;
Thy spacious breast displays unfurl'd,
The ensigns of th' assembled world.

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