On L[or]d H[olland']s Seat near M[argat]e , K[en]t Gray, Thomas, 1716-1771 Alexander Huber Editor Göttingen State and University Library, University of Göttingen
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On L[or]d H[olland']s Seat near M[argat]e , K[en]t Old and abandoned by each venal friend , Here H[olland] took the pious resolution To smuggle some few years and strive to mend A broken character and constitution . On this congenial spot he fixed his choice ; Earl Godwin trembled for his neighbouring sand ; Here sea-gulls scream and cormorants rejoice , And mariners , though shipwrecked , dread to land . Here reign the blustering North and blighting East , No tree is heard to whisper , bird to sing : Yet nature cannot furnish out the feast , Art he invokes new horrors still to bring . Now mouldering fanes and battlements arise , Arches and turrets nodding to their fall , Unpeopled palaces delude his eyes , And mimic desolation covers all . ' Ah ' , said the sighing peer , ' had Bute been true , Nor Shelburne's , Rigby's , Calcraft's friendship vain , Far other scenes than these had blessed our view And realised the ruins that we feign . Purged by the sword and beautified by fire , Then had we seen proud London's hated walls : Owls might have hooted in St Peter's choir , And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's . '