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Poem by Thomas Warton On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss, And scatter'd flinty fragments, clad in moss, On yonder steep in naked state appears; High hung remains, the pride of warlike years, Old Arthur's Board: on the capacious round Some British pen has sketch'd the names renown'd, In marks obscure, of his immortal peers. Though join'd by magic skill, with many a rime, The Druid frame, unhonour'd, falls a prey To the slow vengeance of the wisard Time, And fade the British characters away; Yet Spenser's page, that chants in verse sublime Those Chiefs, shall live, unconscious of decay. Thomas Warton Thomas Warton's other poems:
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