By brave Corineus aided, he subdued And rooted out the intolerable kind, And this too long-polluted soil imbued With {gentle|goodly} arts, and usages refined; Whence golden harvests, cities, warlike towers, { And for soft pleasures, bowers, } { And pleasure's {fragrant|leafy} bowers, } Whence all the fixed delights of house and home, Friendship that will not break, and love that cannot roam. STANZA 4 O happy Britain! region all too fair For fondly-favouring Nature to endure * * * * * Lurked many a poisonous weed; STANZA 6 Who has not wept the wrongs of aged Lear By his ungrateful daughter turned adrift? Hear him, ye elements!--they cannot hear, Nor can the winds restore his simple gift, But One there is, a child of nature meek, Who comes her sire to seek; And he, recovering sense, upon her breast Leans smilingly, and sinks into a {happy } } rest. {passing} STANZA 7 {Honoured, for ever honoured be the page, } {Prized be the Book, and honoured the Page,} When England's Darling found a basis laid To those dread scenes which on the tragic stage To trembling multitudes his art displayed; And to {that chronicle } be praise decreed {the same for this} That there men first did read Of Merlin's insight into future years, And all the mighty feats of Arthur and his peers. STANZA 8 What wonder, then, if 'mid the vast domain Of that rich Volume, one particular Flower Hath breathed its fragrance seemingly in vain And bloomed unnoticed even to this late hour, Ye gentle Muses, your assistance grant, While I this flower transplant Into a garden pure of poesy, Small garden which I tend in all humility. The following (suppressed) Stanza followed No. 10 The winds and waves have aided him to reach That coast, the object of his heart's desire, But, while the crownless sovereign trod the beach, His eyeballs kindle with resentful ire, As if incensed with all that he beholds, Dark fields, and naked wolds, And these few Followers, a helpless band That to his fortunes cleave, and wait on his command. STANZA 12 {"Bear with me, Friends," said Artegal ashamed,} {"Forgive this passion," Artegal exclaimed, } And, as he spake, they dive into a wood, And from its shady boughs protection claimed, For light he fears, and open neighbourhood. How changed from him who born to highest place STANZA 13 Oft by imaginary terrors scared, And sometimes into real dangers brought, To Calaterium's forest he repaired, And in its depth secure a refuge sought, Thence to a few whom he esteems his friends A messenger he sends, STANZA 14