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Happy the man whom this bright Court approves, His Sov'reign favours, and his country loves: Happy next him, who to these shades retires, 235 WhomNature charms,and whom the Muse inspires: Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Successive study, exercise, and ease. He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields: 240 With chemic art exalts the min'ral pow'rs, And draws the aromatic 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,
245 Consults the dead, and lives past ages o’er: Or wand'ring thoughtful in the filent wood, Attends the duties of the wise and good, T'observe a mean, be to himself a friend, To follow nature, and regard his end;
250 Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal
eyes, Bids his free foul expatiate in the skies, Amid her kindred stars familiar
roam, Survey the region, and confess her home!
Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd, 255 Thus Atticus, and TRUMBAL thus retir'd.
Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens: 260 To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where
ye Muses sport on Cooper's Hill. (On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall
grow, While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall
I seem thro' consecrated walks to rove,
Methinks around your holy scenes I rove,
IMITATIONS. VER. 259. O qui me gelidis, etc.
O early lost! what tears the river shed, 271
Since fate relentless stop'd their heav'nly voice,
strung His living harp, and lofty DENHAM sung? But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings ! Are these reviv'd? or is it GRANVILLE sings! 280 "Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the Muses to their antient feats ; To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, To crown the forests with immortal
greens, Make Windfor-hills in lofty numbers rise, 285 And lift her turrets nearer to the skies; To sing those honours you And add new lustre to her filver star.
deserve to wear,
What fighs, what murmurs fill’d the vocal shore !
P. Ver. 288. her silver star.] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately fol lowed this, and made the conclufion, were these,
My humble Mufe in unambitious ftrains
Here noble SURREY felt the sacred rage, SURREY, the GRANVILLE of a former age: 290 Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance : In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, To the same notes, of love, and soft desire : Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, 295 Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Mira now.
Oh would'st thousing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, Or raise old warriours, whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, 301 Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age, Draw monarchschain'd, and Creffi's glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield:
Where I obscurely pass my careless days,
REMARKS. Ver. 289. Here noble Surrey] Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; who fourith'd in the time of Henry VIII. P.
VER. 306. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P.
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obscure the place, and un-inscrib’d the stone) Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled?
When Brass decays, when Trophies lie o'er-thrown,
And mould'ring into duft drops the proud stone,
Oh fact accurft! oh sacrilegious braod,