O early lost! what tears the river shed, 271
When the sad pomp along his banks was led? :
His drooping swans on ev'ry note expire,
And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre.

Since fate relentless stop'd their heav'nly voice,
No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice;
Who now shall charm the shades, where Cowley

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 seats ; 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 deserve to wear, And add new lustre to her silver star,

VARIATION S.
VER. 273.
What fighs, what murmurs fill’d the vocal shore !

His tuneful swans were heard to sing no more. P. Ver. 288. her silver star.] All the lines that follow were not added to the poem till the year 1710. What immediately foly lowed this, and made the conclusion, were these,

My humble Muse in unambitious strains
Paints the green forests and the flow'ry plaine ;

Here noble SURREY felt the facred 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 fame 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 Thore, 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 monarchs chain'd, and Crefli's glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield:

VARIATIONS.
Where I obscurely pass my careless days,
Pleas’d in the silent shade with empty praise,
Enough for me that to the list’ning swains
First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains.

REMARKS. Ver. 289. Here noble Surrey) Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English poetry; who Aourish'd in the time of Henry VIII. P.

VER. 301. Edward's acts] Edward III. born here. P.

Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leavę inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's spear. .

Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn. 310
Here o'er the Martyr-King the marble weeps,
And, fast beside him, once-fear'd Edward Neeps:
Whom not th’extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the northern main,
The grave unites; where ev’n the Great find rest,
And blended lie th'oppressor and th'opprest! 316.

Make sacred 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? .

VARIATIONS. Ver. 305. Originally thus in the MS. . When Brass decays, when Trophies lie o'er-thrown,

And mould'ring into dust drops the proud stone.
VRR. 319. Originally thus in the MS. .

Oh fact accurft! oh sacrilegious brood,
Sworn to Rebellion, principled in blood!
Since that dire morn what tears has Albion Rhed,
Gods! what new wounds, etc.

REMARK S.
Ver. 309. Henry mourn] Henry VI. P.
VER. 312. once-fear'd Edward sleeps:) Edward IV. P.

She saw her sons with purple deaths expire, 32 1
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful series of intestine wars,
Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scars, 324
At length great Anna faid--" Let Discord cease!".
She said, the world obey'd, arid all was Peace!

In that blest moment from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev’rend head.
His tresses drop'd with dews, and o’er the stream
His shining horns diffus'd a golden gleam: 330
Gravid on his urn appear’d the moon, that guides
His swelling waters, and alternate tides;
The figur'd streams in waves of silver rolld,
And on her banks Augusta rose in gold.

VARIATIONS.
Ver. 325. Thus in the MS.

Till Anna rose and bade the Furies cease;
Let there be peace--- he said, and all was Peace.

Between Verse 328 and 329, originally stood thefe lines,

From Thore to shore exulting shouts he heard,
O’er all his banks a lambent light appear'd,
With sparkling Aames heav'n's glowing concave shone,
Fictitious 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 drest,
The tributes of the distant East and West. P.

Around his throne the sea-born brothers itood, 335
Who swell with tributary urns his flood!
First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Isis and the fruitful Tame:
The Kennet swift, for silver 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 tresses rears;
And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; 3 4 5
And silent Darent, stain'd with Danish 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 azure eyes 34.9
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! 354 Tho' Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself tho' fev’n-fold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;