Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон)

Written at Stonehenge

Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!
Whether by Merlin's aid, from Scythia's shore,
To Amber's fatal plain Pendragon bore,
Huge frame of giant-hands, the mighty pile
T' entomb his Britons slain by Hengist's guile:
Or Druid priests, sprinkled with human gore,
Taught 'mid thy massy maze their mystic lore:
Or Danish chiefs, enrich'd with savage spoil,
To Victory's idol vast, an unhewn shrine,
Rear'd the rude heap: or, in thy hallow'd round,
Repose the kings of Brutus' genuine line;
Or here those kings in solemn state were crown'd:
Studious to trace thy wondrous origine,
We muse on many an ancient tale renown'd.

Thomas Warton’s other poems:

  1. While Summer Suns O’Er the Gay Prospect Play’D
  2. Verses on Sir Joshua Reynolds’s Painted Window at New-College Oxford
  3. The Pleasures of Melancholy
  4. О Круглом Столе короля Артура в УинчестереOn King Arthur’s Round Table at Winchester
  5. Ода СнуOde to Sleep




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