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WINDSOR-FOREST.
To sing those honours you deserve to wear,
And add new lustre to her silver Star.
Here noble [1]Surrey felt the sacred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance;
Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance:
In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre,
To the same notes, of love, and soft desire:
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Myra now.
Oh wouldst thou sing what Heroes Windsor bore,
What Kings first breath'd upon her winding shore,
Or raise old Warriors whose ador'd remains
In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains!
And add new lustre to her silver Star.
Here noble [1]Surrey felt the sacred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance;
Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance:
In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre,
To the same notes, of love, and soft desire:
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
Then fill'd the groves, as heav'nly Myra now.
Oh wouldst thou sing what Heroes Windsor bore,
What Kings first breath'd upon her winding shore,
Or raise old Warriors whose ador'd remains
In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains!
- ↑ Henry Howard E. of Surrey, one of the first refiners of the English Poetry; who flourish'd in the time of Henry the VIIIth.
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