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DISTANT PROSPECT OF
distant fpires, ye antique towers,
That crown the wat’ry glade,
Her HENRY's holy Shade;
* King Henry the Sixth, Founder of the College.
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
His silver-winding way.
Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade,
Ah fields beloy'd in vain,
A stranger yet to pain?
As waving fresh their glad fome wing,
To breathe a second spring.
And bees their honey redolent of spring.
Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. System.
Say, Father THAMES, for thou haft feen
Full many a sprightly race
The paths of pleasure trace,
The captive linnet which enthral ?
Or urge the flying ball?
While some, on earnest business bent,
Their murm'ring labours ply
To sweeten liberty :
Some Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions dare desery : Still as they run, they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when pofseft ; 'The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast :
Theirs buxom health, of rofy hue,
And lively chear of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the eafy night, The spirits pure, the Numbers light,
That fly th' approach of morn.