O, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
	My great example, as it is my theme!
	Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
	Strong without rage, without o’erflowing full.

Denham.    

	Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames;
	Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt
	In Twit’nham bowers, and for their Pope implore.

Thomson.    

	There is a hill beside the silver Thames,
	Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine;
	And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems,
	Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.

Robert Bridges.    

	The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind,
	Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind,
	Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
	And seas but join the regions they divide;
	Earth’s distant ends our glory shall behold,
	And the new world launch forth to seek the old.

Pope.