Britain with Greece and Rome contended long For lofty genius, and poetic song, Till this Augustan age with Three was blest, To fix the prize, and finish the contest. In Addison, immortal Virgil reigns; So pure his numbers, so refin'd his strains: Of nature full, with more impetuous heat, In Prior Horace shines, sublimely great. Thy country, Homer! we dispute no more, For Pope has fix'd it to his native shore.
