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Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cresli’s glorious field, The lilies blazing on the regal shield :

306 Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, And leave inanimate the naked wall, Still, in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, And bleed for ever under Britain's spear. 310



VER. 307. Originally thus in the MS.

When Brafs decays, when Trophies lie o'er-thrown,
And mould'ring into dust drops the proud stone.


Thy son is

No pitying heart, no eye, afford

A tear to grace his obfequies.
Which is followed by that striking question,-
Is the sable warrior Aed ?-

He rests


the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising morn.

The BARD, strophe 2. I have sometimes wondered that Pope did not mention the building of Windsor Castle by Edward III. His architect was William of Wykeham, whose name, it must not be wondered at, if I seize every opportunity of mentioning with veneration and gratitude. Yet, perhaps, he was rather the supervisor and comptroller of the work, than the actual architect, as he had fingular talents for business, activity, and management of affairs. WARTON.

Ver. 307.] “ Without much invention, (says Mr. Walpole, vol. iii. p. 59.) and with less taste, Verrio’s exuberant pencil was ready at pouring out gods, goddesses, kings, emperors, and triumphs, over those public surfaces, on which the eye never rells long enough to criticise, and where one should be forry to place the works of a better master; I mean, ceilings and staircases. He received, in all, for his various works, the fum of L. 6,845."

Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the Martyr-King the marble weeps, And, fast beside him, once-fear's Edward sleeps : Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, 315 From old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites; where e'en the Great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' opprest!

Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obscure the place, and uninscrib'd the stone) 320 Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed, Heav'ns, what new wounds! and how her old have bled!

Ver. 321. Originally thus in the MS.

Oh fact accurít! oh facrilegious brood,
Sworn to Rebellion, principled in blood !
Since that dire morn what tears has Albion shed,
Gods! what new wounds, &c.


VER. 311. Henry mourn] Henry VI.

Pope. How could he here omit the mention of Eton College, founded by this unfortunate King, and the Chapel of King's College in Cambridge. But Gray has made ample amends for this omillion, by his most beautiful ode on the profect of this neighbouring college, from which so many ornaments and supports of state and church have proceeded.

Warton. VER. 314. once-fear'd Edward sleeps :) Edward IV. Pope.

VER. 316.] See an account of Belerium, so called from Bel. lerus a Cornish giant, that part of Cornwall called the Lands End, in Warton's edition of Milton's Poems, p. 28 WARTON.

Ver. 319. Xake sacred Charles's] Vigneul-Marwel, v. 1. p. 152. relates a fact concerning this unhappy Monarch that I


She saw her fons with purple death expire,
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful feries of intestine wars,

Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scars.
At length great Anna faid—“ Let Discord cease !"
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was Peace!

In that blest moment from his oozy bed 329 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 ;


VARIATIONS. 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,


Ver. 328. The world obey'd, and all was peace !]


troubled waves, and thou deep, Peace," MILTON.

66 Silence,


do not find mentioned in any history ; which, he says, Lord Cla. rendon used to mention when he retired to Rouen in Normandy ; that one of the first circumstances that gave disgust to the people of England, and to some of the nobility, was a hint thrown out hy Charles I. at the beginning of his reign, that he thought all the ecclesiastical revenues that had been seized and distributed by Henry VIII. ought to be restored to the church. WARTON.

VER. 329.] It my gratify a curious reader to see an extract of a letter of Prior to Lord Bolingbroke, written from Paris, May 18, 1713, concerning a medal that was to be struck on the


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Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
His swelling waters, and alternate tides;
The figur'd streams in waves of silver rolld, 335
And on her banks Augusta rose in gold.
Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood,
Who swell with tributary urns his flood :
First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Isis and the fruitful Thame:

340 The

With sparkling flames hear'n's glowing concave shone,
Fictitious stars, and glaries not her own.
He faw, 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.


NOTES. Peace of Utrecht, so highly celebrated in this passage : communicated to me by the favor of the late Dutchess Dowager of Portland. “ I dislike your medal, with the motto,

COMPOSITIS VENERANTUR ARMIS I will have one of my own design; the Queen's bust surrounded with laurel, and with this motto,


FELICI, PACIFICÆ: Peace in a triumphal car, and the words,


This is ancient, this is simple, this is fenfe.

Rosier shall execute it, in a manner not feen in England since Simonds's time.”

WARTON. Ver. 337.) Warton observes, that Pope has here copied and equal. led the description of rivers in Spenser, Drayton, and Milton.--The description is beautiful, but in some points it is deficient. “Wind.

The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd;
The Lodden slow, 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 fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And silent Darent, itain'd with Danish blood.

High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd, (His sea-green mantle waving with the wind) 350



VER. 341. The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd;]

The crystal Trent, for fords and fish renown'd.DRAYTON. Ver. 348. fain'd with Danish blood.]

“ And the old Lee brags of the Danish blood." DRAYTON


ing” Ifis and “ fruitful” Thame, are ill designated; no peculiar and visible image is added to the character of the streams, either interesting from beauty, or incidental circumstances. Most rivers wind," and may be called fruitful as well as the Ilis and Thames. The latter part of the description is much more masterly; as every river has its diftinctive mark, and that mark is picturesque. I cannot however think that the passage equals Milton's:

Rivers arise, whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed—or Oose, or gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who, like some Earth-born Giant, Spreads
His thirsly arms along th' indented meads,
Or fullen Mole, that runneth underneath,
Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death,
Or rocky Avon, or of fedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee,
Or Medway smooth, or Royal towr'd Thame.

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