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Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has-Albion shed,
Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have

bled?
She saw her fons with purple deaths expire,
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful feries of inteftine wars,

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Inglorious triumphs and dishoneft fcars.
At length great Anna faid, " Let Discord cease!"
She said, the world obey'd, and all was peace!

In that blest moment from his oozy bed Old father Thames advanc’d his rey'rend head. 330 His tresses drop'd with dews, and o'er the stream His Thining horns diffus'd a golden gleam : Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides His swelling waters, and alternate tides; The figur'd streams in waves of filver roll?d, 335 And on her banks Augufta rose in gold, Around his throne the sea-born brothers food i Who swell with tributary urns his flood !

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VARIATIONS,
VER. 321. Originally thus in the MS.

Oh'fact accurs'd! oh facrilegious brood,
Sworn to Rebellion, principled in blood !
Since that dire morn what tears has Albion thed!

Gods! what new wounds, etc.
VER. 327. Thus in the MS.

'Till Anna rose and bade the Furies cease;

Let there be peace- he said, and all was Peace.
Between Verse 330 and 331, originally stood these lines :

From shore to shore exulting shouts he heard,
O’er all his banks a lambent light appear’d,
With'sparkling flames heav'n's glowing concave phone,
Fictitious ftars, and glories not her own.
He saw, and gently rose above the stream;
His shining 'horns diffuse a golden gleam :
With pearl and gold his tow'ry front was drest,
The tributes of the distant East and Weft.

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First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Llis, and the fruitful Thame : 340
The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd;
The Loddon Now, with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whose dark streams his flow'ry islands lave ;
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:
The blue, transparent Vandalis appears ; 345
The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;
And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood.

High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His sea-green mantle waving with the wind). 350
The God appear'd : he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windsor-domes and pompous turrets rise!
Then bow'd and spoke ; the winds forget to roar,
And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore,

Hail, facred Peace ! hail long-expected days, 355 That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! Tho' Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself the sev'n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; 360 These now no more shall be the Muse's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the sea their streams. Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons fhine, And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine, Let barb’rous Ganges arm a servile train; 365 Be mine the blellings of a peaceful reign.

VARIATION S.,
VER. 363. Originally thus in the MS.

Let Venice boast her Tow'rs amidst the Main,
Where the rough Adrian swells and roars in vain;
Here not a Town, but spacious Realm Mall have
A sure foundation on the rolling wave

No more my fons shall die with British blood
Red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood :
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain ; 37
The shady empire shall retain no trace
Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace ;
The trumpet sleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' afcending Villas on my fide, 375
Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide.
Behold! Augufta's glittring spires increase,
And Temples rise, the beauteous, works of Peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend ! 380
There mighty nations thall inquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come ;
There Kings shall sue, and suppliant States be seen
Once more to bend before a British Queen.

Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their woods, And half thy forests rush into the foods,

386 Bear Britain's Thunder, and her Cross display, To the bright regions of the rising day : Tempt icy feas, where scarce the waters roll, Where clearer flames glow round the Or under southern kies exalt their fails, Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales!

en Pole ; 390

Ν Ο Τ Ε S.

VER. 378. And Temples rise,] The fifty new Churches,

VARIATIONS.

VER. 385, etc. were originally thus :

Now shall our fleets the bloody Cross display
To the rich regions of the rifing day,
Or those green isles, where headlong Titan feeps
His hifling axle in the Atlantic deeps :
Tempt icy seas, etc.

For me the balm shall bleed, and amber fow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,
The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold,

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And Phebus warm the rip’ning ore to gold.
The time shall come, when free as seas or wind
Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide ;

400 Earth's distant ends our glory hall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old. Then ships of uncouth form Tall stem the tide, And feather'd people crowd my wealthy lide, And naked youths and painted chiefs admire 405 Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire ! Oh stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, Till Conquest cease, and Slav'ry be no more; Till the freed Indians in their native groves Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves, 410 Peru once more a race of Kings behold, And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold. Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell, In brazen bonds, shall barb'rous Discord dwell: Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care, 415 And mad Ambition shall attend her there : There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires, Her weapons bluated, and extinct her fires: There hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel, And Persecution mourn her broken wheel: 420 There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain, And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.

NOTES.

VER. 398. Unbounded Thames, etc.] A wish that London may be made a FREE Port.

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Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days : The thoughts of Gods let GRANVILLE's verse recite, And bring the scenes of op'ning fate to light: My humble Muse, in unambitious strains, Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains, Where Peace descending bids her olives spring, And scatters bleflings from her dove-like wing. 430 Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days, Pleas'd in the filent Thade with empty praise; Enough for me, that to the liftning fwains First in these fields. I sung the fylvan strains,

I MITATIONS.

Vir. 423. Quo, Musa, tendis ? define pervicax,

Referre sermones Deorum et

Magna modis tenuare parvis,

Hore

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