Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil, These honours, peace to happy BRITAIN brings, 185 190 195 200 [This Epistle was originally written in the year 1715, when Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of Medals; it was some time before he was Secretary of State; but not published till Mr. Tickel's edition of his works: at which time the verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, were added, viz. in 1720.] EPISTLE V. 5 SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! Perhaps, by its own ruins sav'd from flame, Ambition sigh'd: She found it vain to trust 10 15 20 Huge moles, whose shadow stretch'd from shore to shore, Their ruins perish'd, and their place no more! |