TALE XXIX.
KENSINGTON GARDEN
Campos, ubi Troja fuit. Virg. Where Kensington high o'er the neighb'ring lands,'Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabrick stands,And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers,A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers,The dames of Britain oft in crowds repairTo groves and lawns, and unpolluted air.Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies,They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies,Each walk, with robes of various dies bespread,Sees from afar a moving tulip-bed,Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow,And chints, the rival of the showery bow.Here Englands daughter, darling of the land,Sometimes, surrounded with her virgin band,Gleams through the shades. She, towering o'er the rest,Stands fairest of the fairer kind confess'd,
