Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please,
Succeffive ftudy, exercise, and ease.

He gathers health from herbs the forest yields,
And of their fragrant phyfick spoils the fields:
With chymick art exalts the min'ral pow'rs,
And draws the aromatick fouls of flow'rs:
Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high;
O'er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye;
Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
Confults the dead, and lives paft ages o'er :
Or wand'ring thoughtful in the filent wood,
Attends the duties of the wife and good,
T'observe a mean, be to himself a friend,

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To follow nature, and regard his end;

Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes,

Bids his free foul expatiate in the skies,

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Amid her kindred ftars familiar roam,
Survey the region, and confess her home!
Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd,
Thus Atticus, and Trumbal thus retir'd.

Ye facred Nine! that all my foul poffefs,

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Whose raptures fire me, and whofe vifions blefs,
Bear me, O bear me to fequefter'd scenes,

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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 wreathes fhall

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While lafts the mountain, or while Thames fhall flow)

I feem thro' confecrated walks to rove,

I hear foft mufick die along the grove:

Led by the found, I roam from fhade to fhade,

By god-like poets venerable made.

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Here his first lays majestick Denham fung;

There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue.

O early loft! what tears the river shed,

When the fad pomp along his banks was led!

His drooping fwans on ev'ry note expire,

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And on his willows hung each mufe's lyre.

Since fate relentless stopp'd their heav'nly voice,

No more the forefts ring, or groves rejoice;

Who now shall charm the shades where Cowley ftrung
His living harp, and lofty Denham fung?

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But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings!"

Are thefe reviv'd or is it Granville fings?
'Tis yours, my lord, to blefs our foft retreats,
And call the mufes to their ancient feats;
To paint anew the flow'ry fylvan fcenes,
To crown the forefts with immortal greens,
Make Windfor hills in lofty numbers rise,
And lift her turrets nearer to the skies;
To fing those honours you deserve to wear,
And add new luftre to her filver ftar.

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 shades 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,
Or raise old warriors, whofe ador'd remains
In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains!
With Edward's acts adorn the fhining page,

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Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age,

Draw monarch's chain'd, and Creffi's glorious field,

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The lilies blazing on the regal fhield:

Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,

And leave inanimate the naked wall,

Still in thy fong fhould vanquish'd France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear.

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Let

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 fleeps
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the northern main,

The grave unites ; where e'en the great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' opprest!'
Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known,
(Obfcure the place, and un-infcrib'd the ftone)
Oh, fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion fhed!

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Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled !

She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,

Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful feries of intestine wars,

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Inglorious triumphs, and dishoneft fears;

At length, great Anna faid- Let difcord cease!'
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was peace!
In that bless'd moment, from his oozy bed,
Old Father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head.
His treffes dropp'd with dews, and o'er the stream
His fhining horns diffus'd a golden gleam :
Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
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The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll❜d,
And on their banks Augufta rofe in gold.
Around his throne the fea-born brothers ftood,
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood!

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First, the fam'd authors of his ancient name,

The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Thame :

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The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd;

Cole, whofe dark ftreams his flow'ry islands lave;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:

The blue, tranfparent Vandalis appears;

The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;

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And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, stain'd with Danish blood.
High in the midft, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His fea-green mantle waving with the wind)
The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windfor domes and pompous turrets rise;
Then bow'd, and fpoke; the winds forget to roar,
And the hufh'd waves glide foftly to the fhore.

Hail, facred Peace! hail, long-expected days,

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• That Thames's glory to the stars shall raife!
Tho' Tiber's ftreams immortal Rome behold,
Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold,.
• From heav'n itself the fev'n-fold Nilus flows,
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Thefe now no more shall be the mufe's themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams.
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons fhine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
• Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train,
Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign;
No more my fons shall dye with British blood
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:

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• Safe on my fhore each unmolested swain

Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;

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The fhady empire shall retain no trace

• Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace;

The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.

• Behold! th' afcending villa's on my fide, Project long fhadows o'er the crystal tide.

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• Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires encrease,
And temples rife, the beauteous works of peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend!
There mighty nations fhall enquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;

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• There

• There kings fhall fue, and fuppliant ftates be seen

Once more to bend before a British queen.

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⚫ And half thy forefts rufh into the floods;

• Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display,

To the bright regions of the rifing day;

Tempt icy feas, where scarce the waters roll,

• Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole;

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• Or under fouthern skies exalt their fails,

Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales!

For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow,

"The coral redden, and the ruby glow,

• The pearly shell it's lucid globe infold,

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• And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold.

• The time shall come, when free as feas or wind,

• Unbounded Thames fhall flow for all mankind,

Whole nations enter with each fwelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;

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• Earth's diftant ends our glory shall behold,

And the new world launch forth to feek the old.

Then ships of uncouth form fhall ftem the tide,
And feather'd people croud my wealthy fide,

⚫ And naked youths and painted chiefs admire
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire!
Oh, ftretch thy reign, fair Peace! from fhore to fhore,

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• Till conqueft cease, and flav'ry be no more;

• Till the freed Indians, in their native groves,

< Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves,

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• Peru once more a race of kings behold,

• And other Mexico's be roof'd with gold!

• Exil'd by thee, from earth to deepest hell,

• In brazen bonds, fhall barb'rous discord dwell :

• Gigantick pride, pale terror, gloomy care,
• And mad ambition, fhall attend her there :
There purple vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires:

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