Such was the period, long reftrain'd by Fate, This dale, a pleasing region, not unbleft, Beneath huge hills of fmoaking piles he lay And the dark den where once his empire stood, He fled and left, with all his trembling peers, : The long poffeffion of a thousand years. Thro' bush, thro' brake, thro' groves and gloomy dales, Thro' dank and dry, o'er ftreams and flowery vales, Direct they fled; but often look'd behind, And stop'd and startled at each rustling wind, Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands Difperfe, and wander into different lands; VOL. I. E Part Part did beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie, Or fhepherd-boy, they featly foot the green, An herb there grows (the fame old h Homer tells Its root is ebon-black, but fends to light A ftem that bends with flow'rets milky white; * Odyff. 1. 10. Wher When lo! the little fhape by magic power A flower, that firft in this fweet garden fmil'd, wel, The new-born plant with fweet regret the view'd, And with her lover whiten'd half the fhade. Thus won from death each spring fhe fees him grow, Which now increas'd through wide Britannia's plains, Its parent's warmth and spotlefs name retains Firft leader of the flowery race afpires, And foremost catches the fun's genial fires, "Midft frofts and fnows triumphant dares appear, Mingles the seasons, and leads on the year. Deferted now of all thy pygmy race, Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place. In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age, It lay accurs'd, the mark of Neptune's rage; 'Till great Naffau recloath'd the defart fhade, Thence facred to Britannia's monarchs made. "Twas then the green-rob'd nymph, fair Kenna, came (Kenna that gave the neighb'ring town its name) Proud when she faw th' ennobled garden fhine With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line. E 2 Το To far-fam'd Wife 1 her flight unseen she sped, And plan'd that landskip in a morning dream. With the sweet view the fire of gardens fir'd, This person is mentioned with his partner by Mr. Addison, is The Spectator, No 477. "Wife and London are our heroic Poets: and "if, as a critic, I may fingle out any paffage of their works to com"mend, I fhall take notice of that part of the upper garden of Ken"fington, which was at first nothing but a gravel pit. It must have "been a fine genius for gardening, that could have thought of forming fuch an unfightly hollow into fo beautiful an area, and to have hit the eye with fo uncommon and agreeable a fcene as that which it is 'now wrought into. To give this particular spot of ground the greater "effect, they have made a very pleafing contrast; for as on one fide "of the walk you fee this hollow bafon, with its feveral little plan"tations lying so conveniently under the eye of the beholder; on the "other fide of it there appears a feeming mount, made up of trees "rifing one higher than another in proportion as they approach the "6 centre. A fpectator, who has not heard this account of it, would "think this circular mount was not only a real one, but that it had "been actually scooped out of that hollow fpace which I have before " mentioned. I never yet met with any one who has walked in this garden, who was not ftruck with that part of it which I have here " mentioned." Nor Nor knows, while round he views the rifing fcenes, With a fad pleasure the aërial maid This image of her ancient realm survey'd; How chang'd, how fallen from its primæval pride! AN EPISTLE from a LADY in ENGLAND, T ΤΟ Α GENTLEMAN, at A.VIGNON By the Same. O thee, dear rover, and thy vanquish'd friends, The health fhe wants, thy gentle Chloe fends; Though much you fuffer, think I fuffer more, os mit Worfe than an exile on my native shore, a A city belonging to the Holy See, in which the Pretender refided after the rebellion in the year 1715. Dr. Johnfon obferves of this Epiftle, that it ftands high among party Poems; it expreffes contempt without coarseness, and fuperiority without infolence. |