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The tumults of the boiling bohea braves,
And holds fecure the coffee's fable waves:
So did Azuriel's arm, if fame fay true,
Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grew;
And, whilft in wonder fix'd poor Albion stood,
Plung'd the curft fabre in his heart's warm blood.
The golden broidery, tender Milkah wove,
The breast, to Kenna facred and to love,
Lie rent and mangled: and the gaping wound
Pours out a flood of purple on the ground.
The jetty luftre fickens in his eyes :

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On his cold cheeks the bloomy freshness die;
Oh Kenna, Kenna, thrice he try'd to say,
Kenna, farewell!' and figh'd his foul away.
His fall the Dryads with loud fhrieks deplore,
By fifter Naiads echo'd from the shore,
Thence down to Neptune's fecret realms convey'd,
Through grotts, and glooms, and many a coral shade,
The fea's great fire, with looks denouncing war,
The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly carr :
With one ftern frown the wide-spread deep deforms,
And works the madding ocean into storms.

O'er foaming mountains, and through bursting tides,
Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides,
Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's roar
It fhoots, and lands him on the deftin'd fshore.

Now fix'd on earth his towering ftature stood,
Hung o'er the mountains, and o'erlook'd the wood.
To Brumpton's grove one ample ftride he took,
The valleys trembled, and the forests shook)

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The next huge ftep reach'd the devoted shade, Where choak'd in blood was wretched Albion laid: Where now the vanquish'd, with the victors join'd, Beneath the regal banners ftood combin'd.

Th' embattled dwarfs with rage and fcorn he past, And on their town his eye vindictive cast. In deep foundations his ftrong trident cleaves, And high in air th' up-rooted empire heaves; On his broad engine the vast ruin hung, Which on the foe with force divine he flung: Aghaft the legions, in th' approaching shade, Th' inverted fpires and rocking domes furvey'd, That downward tumbling on the host below Crush'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow. Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors, are together lost, And a whole empire falls to footh fad Albion's ghoft. Such was the period, long reftrain'd by fate, And fuch the downfal of the fairy state. This dale, a pleafing region, not unbleft, This dale poffeft they; and had still possest; Had not their monarch, with a father's pride, Rent from her lord th' inviolable bride, Rafh to diffolve the contract feal'd above, The folemn vows and facred bonds of love. Now, where his elves fo fprightly danc'd the round, No violet breathes, nor daify paints the ground, His towers and people fill one common grave, A shapeless ruin, and a barren cave.

Beneath huge hills of smoking piles he lay Stunn'd and confounded a whole fummer's day,

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At length awak'd (for what can long restrain
Unbody'd fpirits!) but awak'd in pain:
And as he faw the defolated wood,

And the dark den where once his empire stood,
Grief chill'd his heart: to his half-open'd eyes
In every oak a Neptune feem'd to rise :

He fled and left, with all his trembling peers,
The long poffeffion of a thousand years.

Through bush, through brake, through groves and gloomy dales,

Through dank and dry, o'er streams and flowery vales,
Direct they fled; but often look'd behind,

And stept and started at each ruffling wind.
Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands
Difperfe and wander into different lands.
Part hid beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie,
In filent glooms impervious to the sky;
Part on fair Avon's margin feek repose,
Whose stream o'er Britain's midmoft region flows,
Where formidable Neptune never came,
And feas and oceans are but known by fame:
Some to dark woods and fecret fhade retreat :
And some on mountains choose their airy seat.
There haply by the ruddy damfel seen,

Or fhepherd-boy, they featly foot the green,
While from their fteps a circling verdure fprings;
But fly from towns, and dread the courts of kings.
Mean-while fad Kenna, loth to quit the grove,
Hung o'er the body of her breathless love,
Try'd every art, (vain arts!) to change his doom,
And vow'd (vain vows !) to join him in the tomb.

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What could she do? the fates alike deny

The dead to live, or fairy forms to die.

An herb there grows (the fame old * Homer tells
Ulyffes bore to rival Circe's spells)

Its root is ebon-black, but fends to light
A ftem that bends with flowrets milky white,
Moly the plant, which gods and fairies know,
But fecret kept from mortal men below.
On his pale limbs its virtuous juice the shed,
And murmur'd mystic numbers o'er the dead,
When lo! the little shape by magic power
Grew lefs and lefs, contracted to a flower
A flower, that firft in this fweet garden fmil'd,
To virgins facred, and the fnow-drop ftyl'd.

The new-born plant with sweet regret she view'd,
Warm'd with her fighs, and with her tears bedew'd,
Its ripen'd feeds from bank to bank convey'd,
And with her lover whiten'd half the fhade.

Thus won from death each spring she fees him grow,
And glories in the vegetable fnow,

Which now increas'd through wide Britannia's plains,
Its parent's warmth and spotless name retains,
First leader of the flowery race afpires,

And foremost catches the fun's genial fires,
Mid frofts and fnows triumphant dares appear,
Mingles the seasons, and leads on the year.

Deferted now of all the pigmy race,
Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place.
In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age,
It lay accurft, the mark of Neptune's rage,

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Till great Naffau recloath'd the defart shade,
Thence facred to Britannia's monarchs made.

'Twas then the green-rob'd nymph, fair Kenna, came, (Kenna that gave the neighbouring town its name.)

Proud when she saw th' ennobled garden shine,

With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line,
She vow'd to grace the mansions once her own,
And picture out in plants the fairy town.
To far-fam'd Wife her flight unseen she sped,
And with gay profpects fill'd the craftsman's head,
Soft in his fancy drew a pleasing scheme,

And plann'd that landskip in a morning dream.
With the sweet view the fire of gardens fir'd,
Attempts the labour by the nymph inspir'd,
The walls and streets in rows of yew designs,
And forms the town in all its ancient lines;
The corner trees he lifts more high in air,
And girds the palace with a verdant square;
Nor knows, while round he views the rifing scenes,
He builds a city as he plants his greens.

With a fad pleasure the aërial maid

This image of her ancient realm furvey'd,

How chang'd, how fall'n from its primæval pride!
Yet here each moon, the hour her lover dy'd,
Each moon his folemn obfequies the pays,
And leads the dance beneath pale Cynthia's rays;
Pleas'd in these shades to head her fairy train,
And grace the groves where Albion's kinsmen reign.

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