 | Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose |  |
Riddle.
When Windsor, for eternity design'd,In height and grandeur match'd her Founder's mind;
Work of some Demigod; the sacred seat
Of Edward's Order, and of Anne's retreat;
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Divide the clouds, and stand the shock of time.
The Globe to Chaos would return again,
Without the constant Guest I entertain;
Who, forc'd from my embraces, quickly dies,
But kills with irresistible surprize
From Slingsby's, Warburton's, and Verney's eyes.
Nor let the Fair my uncouth Form deride;
Mine are the hearts, which none can move beside.
When Love and Rime distract Philander's head,
Or ghastly Phantoms haunt the Sick in bed,
My aid, to ease their labouring souls, they want,
Which slow and listless, Statesman like, I grant.
A portion I in every Region claim;
But Wales beyond the rest exalts my name.
On Mountains inaccessible I reign;
Or move to battle on the dusty Plain,
Where front to front the charging Squadrons stand,
And fate and death attend my dread command:
The loftiest heads must bow when Me they meet;
Yet scorn not I to kiss the Beggar's feet:
The Christian, by my pattern taught, bestows
For evil good, and benefits for blows.
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