English poem
Writ at Mr. POPE's House at Twickenham, which he had lent to Mrs G—lle
by Anonymous
Go, Thames, and tell the busy town; Not all its wealth or pride Cou'd tempt me from the charms that crown Thy rural flow'ry side:
Thy flow'ry side, where POPE has plac'd The Muses green retreat, With ev'ry smile of Nature grac'd, With ev'ry Art compleat.
But now, sweet bard, thy heav'nly song Enchants us here no more; Their darling glory lost too long Thy once lov'd shades deplore.
Yet still for beauteous G—lle's sake, The Muses here remain; G—lle, whose eyes have power to make A POPE of ev'ry swain.
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