O thou, to whom in the olden time was raised Yon ample Mound, not fashion’d to display An artful structure, but with better skill Piled massive, to endure through many an age, How simple, how majestic is thy tomb! When temples and when palaces shall fall, And mighty cities moulder into dust, When to their deep foundations Time shall shake The strong-based pyramids, shall thine remain Amid the general ruin unsubdued, Uninjured as the everlasting hills, And mock the feeble power of storms and Time. [23] Silbury Hill is a Barrow of the largest size. It stands close by the road from London to Bath: 80 miles west from Hyde-Park Corner. TO THE DAISY. Gentle flower, young April’s pride, Say not Nature hath denied Thee her bounty or her grace, Though thou lack the Rose’s face. Where she spreads her carpet green There thy maiden form is seen, Drest in robes of purest white, Ever constant in her sight, But at will to wanton wild, Like a playful darling child. Thee she tends in summer days, And the nibbling ewes that graze Spare to crop her favourite: And the Fairies, when by night Their green paths they quaintly tread, Walk not o’er thy sleeping head. FRAGMENT. King Richard in the gray Tower sate, Captive of Austria’s haughty Lord, In a strange land, unhonour’d, unexplored, To felon durance changed his royal state. Pale was his haggard eye, And sunk his cheek, to stern captivity In all—all but in his Lion heart subdued: He sate in melancholy solitude, And sadly gazed upon the setting sun, As down the heavenly road, That all with purple glow’d, It wested toward his realm of Albion. FROM PURCHASE’S PILGRIMAGE, VERSIFIED AND DESIGNED AS A MOTTO TO “VOYAGES FOR THE DISCOVERY OF A N. W. PASSAGE.” How shall I admire Your courage, ye marine Adventurers? Worthies, beyond all names of worthiness! Who can endure alike the Sun so long Present or absent; and without a dread Encounter foggy mist, tempestuous sleet, Cold blasts, with snows and hail in th’ frozen air, And those unequal seas which might amaze All ears and eyes, yea, and make Neptune’s self To quake with chilly fear when he beholds: When his huge Monsters, Icy Isles, disdaining His sovereignty, and the Sun’s hot violence, Muster upon those watery plains, for war, Continual war; and wheresoe’er they rush Make winds and waves give back, till, in the shock, Crashing and rending their congealed sides, They split themselves with their own massiness. FRAGMENT.