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His tresses dropt with dews, and o'er the streamHis shining horns diffus'd a golden gleam:Grav'd on his urn, appear'd the Moon that guidesHis swelling waters, and alternate tydes;The figur'd streams in waves of silver roll'd,And on their banks Augusta rose in gold.Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood,That swell with tributary urns his flood.First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,The winding Isis and the fruitful Tame:The Kennet swift, for silver Eels renown'd;The Loddon slow, with verdant alders crown'd:Cole, whose clear streams his flowry islands lave;And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:The blue, transparent Vandalis appears;The gulphy Lee his sedgy tresses rears:And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;And silent Darent, stain'd with Danish blood.High in the midst, upon his urn reclin'd,(His sea-green mantle waving with the wind)

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