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Oh fact accurft! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled ?
320 She saw her sons with purple death expire, Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire, A dreadful series of intestine wars, Inglorious triumphs and dishoneft scars.
324 At length great Anna faid—“ Let Discord cease !" She said, the world obey'd, and all was Peace ! In that bleft moment from his
bed Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head. His treffes drop'd with dews, and o'er the stream His shining horns diffus’d a golden gleam: 330 Gray'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides His swelling waters, and alternate tides ;
Ver. 319. Originally thus in the MS:
On fact accurst ! oh sacrilegious brood,
Sworn to rebellion, principled in blood !
Since that dire morn what tears has Albion shed,
Gods ! what new wounds, etc.
VER. 325. Thus in the MS.
Till Anna rose and bade the Furies cease ;
Let there be Peace she said, and all was Peace. Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood these lines,
From fhore to shore exulting fhouts he heard,
O'er all his banks a lambent light appear'd,
With sparkling flames heav'n's glowing concave
Fietitious stars, 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 drett,
The tributes of the distant East and Weft.
The figur’d streams in waves of silver roll'd;
And on their banks Augusta rose in gold.
Around his throne the fea-born brothers stood, 335
Who swell with tributary urns his flood;
First the fam'd authors of his ancient names
The winding Isis and the fruitful Tame:
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd; 339
The Loddon flow, 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 ;
The gulphy Lee his sedgy treffes reais ;
And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood ; 345
And silent Darent, ftain'd with Danih blood.
High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd,
(His sea-green mantle waving with the wind)
The God appear’d: he turn’d his ażute eyes 349
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, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! Tho’Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold, , 355 Tho' foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself tho' sev'n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; These now no more shall be the Muse's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the sea their streams. 360
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons shine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine,
Let barb'rous Ganges arm a servile train;
Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign.
No more my sons shall die with British blood 365
Red Iber's fands, or Ister's foaming flood :
Safe on my shore each unmolested swain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The shady empire shall retain no trace
Of war or blood, - but in the sylvan chace ; 370
The trumpet fleep, while chearful horns are blown,
And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone.
Behold! th' ascending Villa's on my fide,
Project long shadows. o'er the crystal tide,
Behold! Augusta's glittring spires increase, 375
And Temple's rife, the beauteous works of Peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall afcend !
There mighty Nations shall enquire their doom,
The World's great Oracle in times to come; 380
There Kings shall sue, and fuppliant States be seen
Once more to bend before a British Queen.
Thy trees, fair Windfor! now shall leave their
And half thy forests rush into thy floods,
Ver. 376. And Temples rise,] The fifty new Churches. P.
VER. 361. 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 shall have
A sure foundation on the rolling wave.
Bear Britain's thunder, and her Cross display, 385
To the bright regions of the rising day;
Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll,
Where clearer Aames glow round the frozen Pole;
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 its lucid globe infold,
And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore.to gold. 394
The time shall
when free seas Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, 399 And the new world launch forth to seek the old.; Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide, And feather'd people croud my wealthy side,
Ver. 388. Where clearer flames glow round the frozen Pole.] The Poet is here recommending the advantages of commerce, and therefore the extremities of heat and cold, are not represented in a forbidding manner : as again,
Or under southern skies exált their fails,
Led by new stars, and borne by Spicy gales. But in the Dunciad, where the mischief of Dulness is described, they are painted in all their inclemencies,
See round the Poles where keener Spangles shine,
Where Spices smoke beneath the burning line. VER. 396. Unbounded Thames, etc.). A wish that Lon. don may be made a FREE Port. P.
Ver. 383, etc. were originally thus,
Now shall our fleets the bloody Cross display
To the rich regions of the rising day,
And naked youths and painted chiefs admire
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; 406
'Till the freed Indians in their native groves
Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves,
Peru once more a race of Kings behold,
And other Mexico's be roof'd with gold. 410
Exild by thee from earth to deepest hell,
In brazen bonds, shall barb'rous Discord dwell;
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition shall attend her there :
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires, 415
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires :
There hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel,
And Persecution mourn her broken wheel :
There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain,
And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain. 420
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 Mufe, in unambitious strains
425 Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plains,
Or those green illes, where headlong Titan steeps
His hissing axle in th' Atlantic deeps ;
Tempt icy feas, etc. P.
Quo, Mufa, tendis ? define pervicax
Referre fermones Deorum et
Magna modis tenuare parvis.