The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crefted bafilisk and speckled snake,
Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales survey,

And with their forky tongue fhall innocently play.
Rife, crown'd with light, imperial * Salem rife!
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes!
See a long † race thy fpacious courts adorn;
See future fons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crouding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings,
And heap'd with products of § Sabæan springs!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,

And feeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!

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Ver. 85. Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rife!] The thoughts of Ifaiah, which compofe the latter part of the poem, are wonderfully elevated, and much above those general exclamations of Virgil, which make the loftiest part of his Pollio.

Magnis ab integro fæclorum nafcitur ordo!
-toto furget gens aurea mundo!

-incipient magni procedere menfes !

Afpice, venturo lætentur ut omnia fæclo! &c.

The reader needs only to turn to the paffages of

Ifaiah, here cited.

*Ch. lx. ver. 1.

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3. § Ch. Ix. ver. 6.

No more the rifing || Sun fhall gild the morn,
Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn;
But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays,

One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze

O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall fhine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!

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The feas fhall wafte, the skies in smoke decay, 105
Rocks fall to duft, and mountains melt away;

But fix'd his word, his faving power remains;
Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own MESSIAH reigns!

Ch. lx. ver. 19, 20.

Ch. li, ver. 6. and Ch. liv. ver. 10.

WINDSOR

WINDSOR-FOREST.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN.

"Non injuffa cano: Te noftræ, Vare, myricæ, "Te Nemus omne canet: nec Phoebo gratior ulla est, "Quam fibi quæ Vari præfcripfit pagina nomen."

VIRG.

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THIS Poem was written at two different times: the firft part of it, which relates to the country in the year 1704, at the fame time with the Paftorals: the latter part was not added till the year 1713, in which it was published,

WINDSOR-FOREST.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN.

HY forefts, Windfor! and thy green retreats,

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At once the Monarch's and the Mufe's feats,
Invite my lays. Be prefent, fylvan maids!
Unlock your springs, and open all your fhades.
Granville commands; your aid, O Muses, bring!
What Mufe for Granville can refuse to sing?

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in fong;
Thefe, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, fhould be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd;
Where order in variety we see,

And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;

VARIATION,

Ver. 3. &c. Originally thus,

Chafte goddess of the woods,

Nymphs of the vales, and Naiads of the floods,

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Lead me thro' arching bow'rs, and glimm'ring glades,

Unlock your fprings