Nor all that tempts your wand'ring eyes,

And heedlefs hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glifters, gold.

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DISTANT PROSPECT

OF

ETON COLLEGE.

*Ανθρωπο ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυςυχεῖν.

MINANDER.

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ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF

ETON COLLEGE.

YE diftant fpires, ye antique towers,

That crown the wat'ry glade,

Where grateful Science ftill adores

Her HENRY's holy fhade

And ye, that from the stately brow

Of WINDSOR'S heights th' expanse below

Of grove, of lawn, of mead furvey,

Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among

Wanders the hoary Thames along

His filver-winding way.

Ah

Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade!

Ah fields belov'd in vain!

Where once my carelefs childhood stray'd,

A ftranger yet to pain!

I feel, the gales that from ye blow,
A momentary bliss bestow,

As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary foul they seem to footh,
And, redolent of joy and youth,

To breathe a second spring.

Say, Father THAMES, for thou haft feen
Full many a sprightly race

Difporting on thy margent green
The paths of pleasure trace;

Who foremost now delight to cleave,
With pliant arms, thy glaffy wave?

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