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, Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire, Inglorious triumphs and difhoneft fcars. 325 At length great ANNA faid, "Let Difcord ceafe!" In that bleft moment from his oozy bed 1330 335 VARIATION S. VER. 321. Originally thus in the MS. Oh fact accurs'd! oh facrilegious brood, VER. 327. Thus in the MS. 'Till Anna rofe and bade the Furies ceafe; Between Verse 330 and 331, originally stood these lines: With pearl and gold his tow'ry front was dreft, Firft the fam'd authors of his ancient name, 340 345 The blue, transparent Vandalis appears ; 350 360 Hail, facred Peace! hail long-expected days, 355, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! Tho' Tyber's ftreams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself the fev'n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; Thefe now no more shall be the Mufe's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the fea their ftreams. 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. VARIATION S., VER. 363. Originally thus in the MS. Let Venice boaft her Tow'rs amidst the Main, 365 No more my fons fhall die with British blood Safe on my fhore each unmolested swain Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain; 370 The fhady empire fhall retain no trace Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace; The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown, 375 380 And Temples rife, the beauteous, works of Peace. Thy trees, fair Windfor! now shall leave their woods, To the bright regions of the rifing day: 386 Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole; 390 Or under fouthern fkies exalt their fails, Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales! NOTES. VER. 378. And Temples rife,] The fifty new Churches. VARIATION S. VER. 385, etc. were originally thus : Now fhall our fleets the bloody Cross display To the rich regions of the rifing day, Or thofe green ifles, where headlong Titan Reeps For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow, The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold, 395 400 And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold. 405 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, fhall barb'rous Difcord dwell: 415 420 NOTES. VER. 398. Unbounded Thames, etc.] A wish that London may be made a FREE Port. 426 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 verfe recite, And bring the fcenes of op'ning fate to light: My humble Mufe, in unambitious strains, Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains, Where Peace defcending bids her olives fpring, And scatters bleffings from her dove-like wing. Ev'n I more fweetly pafs my careless days, Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife; Enough for me, that to the lift'ning fwains Firft in these fields I fung the fylvan ftrains. IMITATIONS. VER. 423. Quo, Mufa, tendis? define pervicax. Magna modis tenuare parvis. 430 Hor, |