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Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes,
Ye facred Nine! that all my foul poffefs, Whose raptures fire me, and whofe vifions blefs, Bear me, oh bear me to fequefter'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and furrounding greens. To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where ye Mufes fport on COOPER'S HILL. (On COOPER'S HILL eternal wreaths fhall grow, While lafts the mountain, or while Thames fhall flow)
I feem thro' confecrated walks to rove,
I hear foft mufic die along the grove:
VER. 265. It food thus in the MS.
Methinks around your holy fcenes I rove,
And hear your mufic echoing thro' the grove:
VER. 259. O qui me gelidis, etc.
Here his first lays majeftic DENHAM fung;
O early loft! what tears the river shed,
Since fate relentless flop'd their heav'nly voice,275
His living harp, and lofty DENHAM fung?
But hark! the groves rejoice, the foreft rings!
What fighs, what murmurs fill'd the vocal fhore!
VER. 270. There the laft numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue.] Mr. Cowley died at Chertfey, on the borders of the foreft, and was from thence convey'd to Westminster.
To fing those honours you deserve to wear,
Here noble SURREY felt the facred rage, SURREY, the GRANVILLE of a former age: Matchlefs his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance : In the fame fhades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, To the fame notes, of love, and soft defire : Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now. Oh would'st thou fing what heroes Windfor bore,
What kings first breath'd upon her winding fhore,
VER. 288. ber filver ftar.] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately followed this, and made the conclufion, were thefe,
My humble Mufe in unambitious ftrains
Paints the green forefts and the flow'ry plains;
VER. 289. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; who flourish'd in the time of Henry VIII,
With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age, Draw monarchs chain'd, and Creffi's glorious field,
The li'ies blazing on the regal shield:
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,305 And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy fong fhould vanquish'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear.
Let fofter ftrains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the Martyr- King the marble weeps, And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps : Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, From old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites; where ev'n the Great find rest, And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' oppreft! 316 Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obfcure the place, and un-infcrib'd the ftone)
VER. 305. Originally thus in the MS.
When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'er-thrown,
VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here.
Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion fhed,
Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled?
She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,
At length great ANNA faid-" Let Difcord ceafe !”
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head.
VER. 319. Originally thus in the MS.
Oh fact accurft! oh facrilegious brood,
Sworn to Rebellion, principled in blood!
VER. 325. Thus in the MS.
Till Anna rofe and bade the Furies cease;
Let there be peace-she said, and all was Peace.
Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood these lines:
With fparkling flames heav'n's glowing concave fhone,
He faw, and gently rose above the stream;