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, Thus Atticus, and Trumbull thus retired. Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless,[101] 260 Bear me, oh bear me to sequestered scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens;[102] 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 265 While lasts the mountain,[103] or while Thames shall flow. I seem through consecrated walks to rove,[104] I hear soft music die along the grove: Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, By god-like poets venerable made:[105] 270 Here his first lays[106] majestic[107] Denham sung; There the last numbers flowed from Cowley's tongue.[108] O early lost![109] what tears the river shed,[110] When the sad pomp along his banks was led![111] His drooping swans on ev'ry note expire,[112] 275 And on his willows hung each muse's lyre.[113] Since fate relentless stopped their heav'nly voice, No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; Who now shall charm the shades, where Cowley strung His living[114] harp, and lofty Denham sung? 280 But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! Are these reviv'd? or is it Granville sings![115] 'Tis yours, my lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the muses to their ancient seats; To paint anew the flow'ry sylvan scenes, 285 To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windsor-hills in lofty numbers rise, And lift her turrets nearer to the skies; To sing those honours you deserve to wear,[116] And add new lustre to her silver star.[117] 290 Here[118] noble Surrey[119] felt the sacred rage, Surrey, the Granville of a former age: Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance: In the same shades the Cupids tuned his lyre 295 To the same notes of love, and soft desire: Fair Geraldine,[120] bright object of his vow, Then filled the groves, as heavenly Mira now.[121] Oh would'st thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, What kings first breathed upon her winding shore, 300 Or raise old warriors
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