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 Now, gently, to the right, your eyes incline, And mark where Barges float along yon line, Till disappearing, 'in the dark profound,' They sail some thousand yards beneath the ground; From thence emerging, swiftly on they glide, To reach the confines of the Severn's side.

What, tho' we boast no 's genial source, And, to old Ocean, rocks impede our course, Impervious mountains, yielding to our skill, We pierce their centers, and the vallies fill; Direct their springs, construct a , To waft our to each distant nation; And shew ,where'er our are unfurl'd, For works of Fancy, we outstrip the World.

The and  see just below, South-west stand Islington, and Harley Row; Beyond, the and  lie; South-west by west, you may the spy;