Bo Oya Rye. 133 
Bladud, high theme of fancy’s Gothic lyre! 
Or opes the healing Power her chofen fount 
Tn the rich veins of Malvern’s ample mount? 
From whofe tall ridge the noontide wanderer views 
Pomona’s purple realm, in April’s pride, 
Its blaze of bloom expanding wide, 
And waving groves array’d in Flora’s faireft hues. 
IV. \ 
Haunts fhe the fcene, where Nature lowers 
©’er Buxton’s heath in lingering fhowers? 
Or loves fhe more, with {andal fleet, 
In mattin dance the nymphs to meet 
That on the fowery marge of Chelder play? 
Who, boaftful of the ftately train 
That deign’d to grace this fimple plain, 
Late, with new pride, along his reedy way, 
Bore to Sabrina wreaths of brighter hue, 
And mark’d his paftoral urn with emblems new.—= 
Howe’er thefe ftreams ambrofial may detain 
- Thy fteps, O genial Health, yet not alone 
Thy gifts the Naiad-filters own; 
Thine too the briny flood, and Ocean’s hoar domain. 
V. 
And lo! amid the watery roar, 
In Thetis’ car fhe fkims the fhore; 
Where Portland’s brows, embattled high 
With rocks, in rugged majetty 
Frown o’er the billows, and the ftorm reftrain, 
She beckons Britain’s {cepter’d pair 
Her treafures of the deep to fhare!— 
Hail then, on this glad morn, the mighty Main! 
Which lends the boon divine of lengthen’d days 
To Thofe who wear the nobleft regal bays: 
That mighty Main, which on its confcious tide, 
Their boundlefs commerce pours on every clime, 
Their -dauntlefs banner bears fublime; 
Which wafts their pomp of war, and {preads their thunder wide? 
PROLOGUE w KING JOHN, ferformed by the Boys of 
Weftminfter School. Spoken by Mr. Bourke. 
AVE you ne’er feen (a quaint device ’tis reckon’d), 
in Dodiley’s Poems, vol. I. page the fecond, 
A troop of days, in fportive guife, who bear 
The arms of Mars, and attributes of war, 
Affay the {word to draw, the Yt to wield, 
And raife, with force combin’d, the mafly thield; 
K 3 Whilf 
