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Vast bound'ry made-or thine, 0 Ashbury *° ! Can reach, a theatre immense! adorn'd
By Nature's pencil drawn—the level meads, Of Hengist, Saxon chief! of Brunswick now, A verdant floor! with brightest gems inlaid, And with the British lion join'd, the bird
And richly painted flow'rs—the tillag'd plain, Of Rome surpassing. Studious to preserve Wide waving to the Sun a rival blaze The fav'rite form, the treach'rous conquerors Of gold, best source of wealth!-the prouder hills, Their vassal tribes compel, with festive rites, With outline fair, in naked pomp display'd, Its fading figure yearly to renew,
Round, angular, oblong; and others crown'd And to the neighb'ring vale impart its name +3. With graceful foliage. Over all her horn
Fair Plenty pours, and cultivation spreads,
Her height'ning lustre. See, beneath her touch, EDGE-HILL.
The smiling harvests rise, with bending line
And wavy ridge, along the dappled glebe
Stretching their lengthen'd beds. Her careful hand
Adust for wintry store--the long-ridg'd mow,
Or shapely pyramid, with conic roof, Noon. The mid-scene from the castle on Ratley-Dressing the landscape. She the thick-wove fence
hill. More particular accounts of the several Nurses, and adds, with care, the hedge-row elm.
Or guard the sweet retreat of village swain,
Her offspring ! adds towns, cities, vaulted domes,
And Kenelworth! thy stately castle rose, Hath nearly measur'd. From th'illumin’d vale Which still, in ruin, charms th' astonish'd sight. The soaring mists are draiu'd, and, o'er the hill, To crown the beauteous scene, the curtain'd sky, No more breathes grateful the cool, balmy air, Its canopy divine of azure tint, Cheering our search, and urging on our steps Spreads heav'nly fair, and softens ev'ry charm. Delightful. See, the languid herds forsake
Now yet again, with accurate survey, The burning mead, and creep beneath the shade The level plain, hills rising various, woods, Of spreading tree, or shelt'ring hedge-row tall: And meadows green, the simple cot, and towns, Or, in the mantling pool, rude reservoir
Nurs'ries of arts and commerce! Warwick, fair Of wintry rains, and the slow, thrifty spring ! With rising buildings, Coventry's tall spires, Cool their parch'd limbs, and lave their panting sides. Magnificent in ruin Kenelworth!
Let us too seek the shade. Yon airy dome, And still more distant scenes, with legends strange, Beneath whose lofty battlements we found
And smoky arts, taught in the dusky schools A covert passage to these sultry realms,
Of Tubal's sons, attentive let us scan, Invites our droopiny strength, and well befriends And all their charms and mysteries explore. The pleasing comment on fair Nature's book, First view, but cautious, the vast precipice; In sumptuous volume, open'd to our view. Lest, startled at the giddy height, thy sense
Ye sportive nymphs ! that o'er the rural scene Swimming forsake thee, and thy trembling limbs, Preside, you chief! that haunt the flow'ry banks Unnerv'd, and fault'ring, threaten dang 'rous lapse. Of Avon, where, with more majestic wave,
Along th' indented bank, the forest tribes, Warwick's illustrious lord, through the gay meads The thin-leav'd ash, dark oak, and glossy beech, His dancing current guides, or round the lawn Of polish'd rind, their branching boughs extend, Directs th’ embroider'd verge of various dyes, With blended tints and amicable strife, 0! teach me all its graces to unfold,
Forming a checker'd shade. Below, the lawns, And with your praise join his attendant fame. With spacious sweep and wild declivity,
'T is well! Here shelter'd from the scorching To yellow plains their sloping verdure join. [herds At large we view the subject vale sublime, [heat, There, white with flocks, and in her num'rous And unimpeded. Hence its limits trace
Exulting, Chadsunt's pastures', large and fair, Stretching, in wanton bound'ry, from the foot Salute the sight, and witness to the fame Of this green mountain, far as human ken
Of Litchfield's mitred saint? The furzy heaths
Succeed ; close refuge of the tim'rous hare, 40 Ashbury, in Berkshire, near which is the figure Or prowling fox, but refuge insecure! of a horse cut on the side of a hill, in whitish earth, from their dark covert oft the hunter-train which gives name to the neighbouring valley. Rouse them unwilling, and o'er hill and dale,
4 The figure of the red horse, here described, is With wild tumultuous joy, their steps pursue. in the parish of Tysoe.
42 Called, from this figure, the Vale of Red The seat of James Newsam Craggs, esq. Horse
Just vengeance on the midnight thief! and life These an asylum to declining agers
Distinguish'd, and hy deeds of high renown
Gracing the lofty title. Arthgal 13 first, Ev'n in these thickets, where she vainly sought And brare Morvidus, fam'd in Druid song, A safe retreat from man's unfeeling race,
And British annals. Fair Felicia's sire, The busy hound, to blood and slaughter traind, Roband! and with her join'd in wedded love, Snuffs her sweet vapour, and, to murth'rons rage Immortal Guy! who near Wintonia's walls By mad'ning sounds impellid, in her close seat With that gigantic braggard Colebrand bight! With fury tears her, and her corse devours : Por a long summer's day sole fight maintain'd. Or scares her o'er the fields, and, by the scent, But huge gigantic size, and braggart oaths, With keen desire of reeking gore iuflam'd,
And sword, or massy club, dismay'd thee not. Loud bellowing tortures her with deathful cries. Thy skill the stroke eluded, or thy shield Nor more secure her path! Man even there, Harmless receiv'd, while on his batter'd sides, Watching, with foul intent, her secret haunts, Fell thick thy galling blows, till from his hands Plants instruments of death, and round her neck Down dropp'd the pond'rous weapon, and himself The fatal snare entwines. Thus innocence, Prostrate, to thy keen blade his grizly head In human things, by wily fraud ensnard,
Reluctant yielded. Lamentations loud, Oft helpless falls, while the bold plund'rer 'scapes. And shouts victorious, in strange concert join'd, Next the wide champaign, and the cheerful downs Proclaim the champion's fall. Thee Athelstan Claim notice; chiefly thine, O Chesterton 3 ! His great deliverer owns, and meditates Pre-eminent. Nor 'scape the roving eye
With honours fair, and festive pomp to crown. Thy solemn wood, and Roman vestiges,
But other meed thy thoughtful mind employ'd, Encampment green, or military road!
Intent in heav'nly solitude to spend Amusive to the grave historic mind.
The precious eve of life. Yet shall the Muse Thee Tachbroke 4 joins with venerable shade. Thy deed record, and on her patriot list Nor distant far, in Saxon annals fam'd,.
Enrol thy name, though many a Saxon chief The rural court of Offas, Mercian king !
She leaves unsung. A Norinan race succeeds, Where, sever'd from its trunk, low lies the head To thee, fair town 14! by charitable deeds Of brave Fermundus, slain by coward hands, And pious gifts endear'd. The Beauchamps too As on the turf supine in sleep he lay,
Thou claim’st, for arms and courtly manners fam'd! Nor wist it sleep from which to wake no more! Him chief's, whom three imperial Henrys crown'd
Now Warwick claims the song; supremely fair With euvied honours. Mirror fair was he In this fair realm ; conspicuous rais'd to view Of valour, and of knightly feats, achiev'd On the firm rock, a beauteous eminence
In tilt and tournament. Thee. Nevil 16 boasts For health and pleasure form’d. Full to the south For bold exploits renown'd, with civil strife A stately range of high embattled walls
When Britain's bleeding realm her weakness And lofty tow'rs, and precipices vast,
And half her nobles in the contest slain (mourn'd, Its guardian worth and ancient pomp confess 6. Of York and Lancaster. He, sworn to both, The northern hills 7, where Superstition long As int'rest tempted, or resentment fir'd, Her gloomy rites maintain’d, a tranquil scene To Henry now, and now to Edward join'd Of gentler arts, and pleasures more refin’d, His pow'rful aid; now both to empire rais'd, Displays. Lawns, parks, and meadows fair, Now from their summit pluck'd, till in the strife And groves around their mingled graces join, By Edward's conquering arms at length he fell. And Avon pours his tributary stream.
Thou, Clarence 17, next, and next thy hapless sou, On thee contending kings their bounty pour’d, The last Plantagenet 18, awhile appears And call'd the favour'd city by their names. To dignify the list; both sacrific'd Thy worth the Romans publish'd 9, when to thee To barb'rous policy! Proud Dudley'9 now Their legions they consign'd. Thee, Ethelflede 10, Thy guardian fair! with royal grace restor'd, 12 The hospital. When Pagan foes had raz'd thy goodly streets. 13 The first earl of Warwick, and one of the A monarch's care, those walls to learning rais'd", knights of king Arthur's round table.
14 Henry de Novo Burgo, the first Norman earl, 3 A seat of the right hon. lord Willoughby de founded the priory at Warwick, and Roger, his son, Broke, so called from its being a Roman station on built and endowed the church of St. Mary. the Foss-Way.
15 Richard earl of Warwick, in the reigns of king 4 A seat of sir Walter Bagot, bart.
Henry IV. V. and VI. was governor of Calais, and s Offchurch, the seat of Whitwick Knightley, lieutenant-general of France. He founded the lady's esq.
chapel, and lies interred there, under a very mag6 The castle.
nificent monument. The priory, now the seat of Henry Wise, esq. 16 Called Make-king. He was killed at the bat8 Called Caer-Leon, from Guth-Leon, also Caer- tle of Barnet. Gwayr, or Guaric, from Gwar, two British kings. 17 He married the earl of Warwick's daughter, Its present name is said to be taken from Warre- and was put to death by his brother, Edward IV. mund, a Saxon.
18 Beheaded in the Tower, by Henry VII. under . It was the Præsidium of the Romans.
a pretence of favouring the escape of Peter War. 10 She rebuilt it when it had been destroyed by beck. the Danes.
19 Made earl of Warwick by Edward VI. and 11 The free-school.
afterwards duke of Northumberland.
From Edward's hand the bright distinction bore, To sweet composure. Here the gliding stream, But soon to Mary paid his forfeit head,
That winds its wat'ry path in many a maze, And in his fate a wretched race involv'd :
As loth to leave the enchanted spot, invites Thee chief, thee wept by ev'ry gentle Muse, To moralize on fleeting time and life, Fair Jane 20! untimely duom'd to bloody death, With all its treacherous sweets and fading joys, For treason not thy own. To Rich's 21 line In emblem shown, by many a short-liv'd flow'r, Was then transferrd th' illustrious name, to thine, That on its margin smiles, and smiling falls O Greville 22 ! last. late may it there remain ! To join its parent earth. Here let me delve, With promise fair, as now, (more fair what heart Near thine, my chamber in the peaceful rock, Parental craves ?) of long, transmissive worth, And think no more of gilded palaces, Proud Warwick's name, with growing fame to grace, And luxury of sense. From the tillid glebe, And crown, with lasting joy, her castled hill. Or ever-teeming brook, my frugal meal
Hail, stately pile; fit mansion for the great! I'll gain, and slake my thirst at yonder spring. Worthy the lofty title ! Worthy him 23,
Like thee, I'll climb the steep, and mark the scene To Beauchamp's gallant race allied! the friend How fair! how passing fair! in grateful strains Of gentle Sidney! to whose long desert,
Singing the praises of creative Jove.
To early orisons, and latest tune
My evening song to that more wondrous love, Nor less intent who now, by lineal right,
Which sav'd us from the grand apostate's wiles, His place sustains, with reparations boid,
And righteois vengeance of Almighty ire, And well-attemper'd dignity to grace
Justly incens'd. O, pow'r of grace divine ! Th'embattled walls. Nor spares his gen'rous mind when mercy met with truth, with justice, peace. The cost of rural work, plantation large,
Thou, holy hermit! in this league secure, Forest, or fragrant shrub; or shelter'd walks, Did'st wait Death's vanquish'd spectre as a friend, Or ample, verdant lawns, where the sleek deer To change thy mortal coil for heav'nly bliss. Sport on the brink of Avon's food, or graze
Next, Kenelworth! thy fame invites the song. Beneath the rising walls; magnificence
Assemblage sweet of social and serene! With grace uniting, and enlarg'd delight
But chiefly two fair streets, in adverse rows,
Still is the colouring faint. O! could my verse, Beauty on each reciprocal. Between,
Luxuriant. Here let us pause awhile,
Laid low in dust, and, from historic page, With new delight; but thy example, Guy! Compose its epitaph. Hail, Clinton 27 ! hail! Calls me from scenes of pomp, and earthly pride, Thy Norman founder still yon neighb'ring Green >, To muse with thee in thy sequester'd cell 25. And massy walls, with style imperial grac'da, Here the calm scene lulls the tumultuous breast Record. The Montforts 30 thee with hardy deeds,
And memorable siege by Henry's arms 31, 20 Lady Jane Grey, married to a son of the earl And senatorial acts, that bear thy name, of Warwick.
Distinguish. Thee the bold Lancastrian line 3), 21 Robert lord Rich, created earl of Warwick by A royal train ! from valiant Gaunt derivd, James 1.
Grace with new lustre; till Eliza's hand 22 Greville lord Brook, first created earl Brook Transferr'd thy walls to Leicester's favour'd earl 33, of Warwick castle, and afterwards earl of War. He long, beneath thy roof, the maiden queen, wick, by king George II.
23 Sir Fulke Greville, made baron Brook of 26 Here was anciently an oratory, where, traBeauchamp's-court, by James I. had the castle of dition says, Guy spent the latter part of his life in Warwick, then in a ruinous condition, granted to devotional exercises. him ; upon which he laid out 20,0001. He lies 27 Geoffry de Clinton, who built both the castle buried in a neat octagon building, on the north and the adjoining monastery, Tem. Hen. I. side of the chancel at Warwick, under a fine marble 28 Clinton Green. monument, on which is the following very signifi 29 Cæsar's Tower. cant, laconic inscription :
30 The Montfor.s, earls of Leicester, of which “ TROPHOEVM PECCATI!
Simon de Montfort, and his son Henry, were killed FULKE Greville, Servant to Queen ELIZABETH,
at the battle of Evesham. Counsellor to King James, and Friend to Sir Philip
31 Henry III. who besieged this castle, and called Sidney."
a convention here, which passed an act for redeem
ing forfeited estates, called Dictum de Kenelworth. 24 The right hon. lady Louisa Greville, daugh 32 From whom a part of this structure is called ter to the right hon. the earl of Warwick.
Lancaster's Buildings. 25 (alled Guy's Cliff, the seat of the right hon. 33 Granted by queen Elizabeth to Dudley earl lady Mary Greatheed.
And all her courtly guests, with rare device The twin memorial of their plighted love
Within her faithful bosom she retain'd.
No sooner had the separated curves Were wanting; nor the dance, and sprightly mirth Approach'd each other, but, with sudden spring, Beneath the festive walls, with regal state,
They join'd again, and the small circle clos'd. And choicest lux'ry serv'd. But regal state, So they, long sever'd, 'met in close embrace. And sprightly inirth, beneath the festive roof, At length, O Coventry! thy neighb'ring fields, Are now no more.
No more assembled crowds And fair surrounding villas, we attend, At the stern porter's lodge admittance crave. Allesley 36, and Whitley's 37 pastures, Stivichale 38, No more, with plaint, or suit importunate, That views with lasting joy thy green domains, The thronged lobby echoes, nor with staff, And Bagington's 19 fair walls, and Stonely 40! thine, Or gaudy badge, the busy pursuivants
And Coombe's 41 majestic pile, both boasting once Lead to wish'd audience. All, alas! is gone, Monastic pomp, still equal in renown! And Silence keeps her melancholy court
And, as their kindred fortunes they compare, Throughout the walls; save, where, in rooms of state, Applauding more the present than the past. Kings unce repos d! chatter the wrangling daws, Ev'n now the pencil'd sheets, unroll’d, display Or screech-owls hoot along the vaulted isles. More sprightly charms of beauteous lawn, and No more the trumpet calls the martial band,
grove, With sprightly summons, to the guarded lists; And sweetly-wand'ring paths, and ambient stream, Nor lofty galleries their pride disclose
To cheer with lasting flow th' enamelld scene, Of beauteous nymphs in courtly pomp attird, And themes of song for future bards prepare. Watching, with trembling hearts, the doubtful strife, Pair city! thus environ'd! and thyself And, with their looks, inspiring wondrous deeds. For royal grants and silken arts renown'd! No more the lake displays its pageant shows, To thee the docile youth repair, and learn, And emblematic forms. Alike the lake
With sidelong glance and nimble stroke, to ply And all its emblematic forms are flown,
The fitting shuttle, while their active feet, And in their place mute flocks, and heifers graze, In mystic movements, press the subtle stops Or buxom damsels ted the new-mown hay. Of the loom's complicated frame, contriv'd,
What art thou, Grandeur! with thy fatt'ring train from the loose thread, to form, with wondrous art, Of pompous lies, and boastful promises ?
A texture close, inwrought with choice device Where are they now, and what 's their mighty sum? Of flow'r, or foliage gay, to the rich stuff, All, all are vanish'd ! like the fleeting forms Or silky web, imparting fairer worth. Drawn in an evening cloud Nought now remains, Nor shall the Muse, in her descriptive song, Save these sad relics of departed pomp,
Neglect from dark oblivion to preserve These spoils of time, a monumental pile!
Thy mould'ring cross 4*, with ornament profuse Which to the vain its mournful tale relates, Of pinnacles, and niches, proudly rais'd, And warns them not to trust to fleeting dreams. Height above height, a sculptur'd chronicle!
Thee too, though boasting not a royal train, Less lasting than the monumental verse. The Muse, O Balshal 34! in her faithful page Nor scornful will she flout thy cavalcade, Shall celebrate : for long beneath thy roof Made yearly to Godiva's deathless praise, A band of warriors bold, of bigh renown,
While gaping crowds around her pageant throng, To martial deeds and hazardous emprise
With prying look and stupid wonderment. Sworn, for defence of Salem's sacred walls,
Not so the Muse! who, with her virtue fir'd, From Paynim foes, and holy pilgrimage.
And love of thy renown, in notes as chaste Now other guests thou entertain'st,
As her fair purpose, from memorials dark, A female band, by female charity
Shall, to the list’ning ear, her tale explain. Sustain'd. Thee, Wroxal 35 ! too, in fame allied, When Edward 13, last of Egbert's royal race, Seat of the poet's, and the Muse's friend !
O'er sev'n united realms the sceptre sway'd, My verse shall sing, with thy long-exil'd knight, Proud Leofric, with trust of sov'reign pow'r, By Leonard's pray’rs, from distant servitude, The subject Mercians ruld. His lofty state To these brown thickets, and his mournful mate, The loveliest of her sex! a noble dame Invisibly convey'd. Yet doubted she
Of Thorold's ancient line, Godiva shar'd. His speech and alter'd form, and better proof But pageant pomp charm'd not ber saintly mind Impatient urg'd. (So Ithaca's chaste queen Like virtuous deeds, and care of others' weal. Her much-wish'd lord, by twice ten absent years And wise Minerva's guardian care disguis'd,
36 The seat of M. Neale, esq. Acknowledg'd not: so, with suspended faith,
37 The seat of Ed. Bowater, esq. ; now belonging His bridal claim repress'd.) Straight he displays to Francis Wheeler, esq. Part of the nuptial ring between them shar'd, 38 The seat of Arthur Gregory, esq.; commandWhen in the bold crusade his shield he bore. ing a pleasant view of Coventry Park, &c.
39 The seat of William Bromley, esq. ; one of ? 34 Formerly a seat of the Knights Templars, now the representatives in parliament for the county of an almshouse for poor widows, founded by the lady Warwick. Katharine Levison, a descendant of Robert Dudley, 40 The seat of the right hon. lord Leigh. earl of Leicester.
41 The seat of the right hon. lord Craven. 35 The seat of Christopher Wren, esq. ; once a 42 Built by sir William Hollies, lord mayor of nunnery, dedicated to St. Leonard. - See Dugdale's London, in the reign of king Henry VIII. Antiquities.
43 Edvard the Confessor.
Such tender passions in his haughty breast Gave way, and sweet humanity prevail'd.
Reluctant, but resolv'd, the matchless fair
Then mounts her milk-white steed, and, through Their plaintive looks; with grief she saw thy sons,
the streets, O Coventry! by tyrant laws oppress'd,
Rides fearless; her dishevell'd hair a veil! And urg'd her haughty lord, but urg'd in vain ! That o'er her beauteous limbs luxuriant flow'd, With patriot-rule, thy drooping arts to cheer. Nurs'd long by Fate for this important day! Yet, though forbidden e'er again to move
Prostrate to earth th' astonish'd vassals bow, In what so much his lofty state concern'd,
Or to their inmost privacies retire. Not so from thought of charitable deed
All, but one prying slave! who fondly hop'd, Desisted she, but amiably perverse
With venial curiosity, to gaze Her hopeless suit renew'd. Bold was th' attempt! | On such a wondrous dame. But foul disgrace Yet not more bold than fair, if pitying sighs O'ertook the bold offender, and he stands, Be fair, and charity which knows no bounds. By just decree, a spectacle abhorr'd, What had'st thou then to fear froin wrath inflam'd And lasting monument of swift revenge At such transcendent guilt, rebellion join'd For thoughts impure, and beauty's injur'd charms. With female weakness and officious zeal ?
Ye guardians of her rights, so nobly won! So thy stern lord might call the gen'rous deed; Cherish the Muse, who first in moderu strains Perhaps might punish as befitted deed
Essay'd to sing your lovely patriot's 44 fame,
Such matchless virtue, her heroic deed
“ Why will the lovely partner of my joys,
BOOK III. AFTERNOON.
Address to the right hon. the earl of Clarendon. But pomp and fame forbid. That vassalage, Which, thoughtless, thou would'st tempt me to
Metaphysical subtleties exploded. Philosophical dissolve,
account of vision, and optic glasses. Objects of Exalts our splendour, and augments my pow'r.
sight not sufficiently regarded on account of With tender bosoms form'd, and yielding hearts,
their being common. Story relative thereto.
Retun to the mid-scene. Solihul. School scene. Your sex soon melts at sights of vulgar woe;
Bremicham. Its manufactures. Coal mines. Heedless bow glory fires the manly breast With love of rank sublime. This principle
Iron ore. Process of it. Panegyric upon iron. In female minds a feebler empire holds, Opposing less the specious arguments For milder rule, and freedom's popular theme. Again, the Muse her airy light essays. But plant some gentler passion in its room,
Will Villers, skill'd alike in classic song, Some virtuous instinct suited to your make, Or, with a critic's eye, to trace the charms As glory is to ours, alike requir'd
Of Nature's beauteous scenes, attend the lay? A ransom for the vulgaris vassal state,
Will be, accustom'd to soft Latian climes, Then would'st thou soon the strong contention own, As to their softer numbers, deign awhile And justify my conduct. Thou art fair,
To quit the Mantuan bard's harmonious strain, And chaste as fair; with incest sense of shame, By sweet attraction of the theme allur'd ? And sanctity of thought. Thy bosom thou The Latian poet's song is still the same. Didst ne'er expose to shameless dalliance
Not so the Latian fields. The gentle Arts Of wanton eyes; nor, ill-concealing it
That made those fields so fair, when Gothic rule, Beneath the treach'rous cov'ring, tempt aside And Superstition, with her bigot train, The secret glance, with meditated fraud. Go now, and lay thy modest garments by:
44 See Dugdale's Antiquities of Warwickshire. In naked beauty mount thy milk-white steed, It is pleasant enough to observe, with what gravity And through the streets, in face of open day, the above-mentioned learned writer dwells on the And gazing slaves, their fair deliv'rer ride: praises of this renowned lady. “And now, before I Then will I own thy pity was sincere,
proceed,” says he, “ I have a word more to say of Applaud thy virtue, and confirm thy suit.
the noble countess Godeva, which is, that besides her But if thou lik’st not such ungentle terms. devout advancement of that pious work of his, i. e. And sure thy soul the guilty thought abhors ! her husband Leafric, in this magnificent monastery, Know then that Leofric, like thee, can feel, viz. of monks at Coventry, she gave her whole treaLike thee, may pity, while he seems severe, sure thereto, and sent for skilful goldsmiths, who, And urge thy suit no more." His speech he clos'd, with all the gold and silver she had, made crosses, And, with strange oaths, confirm'd the sad decree. images of saints, and other curious ornaments.” Again, within Godiva's gentle breast
Which passages may serve as a specimen of the deNew tumults rose. At length her female fears votion and patriotism of those times.