Thomas Warton Jr.

Here you will find the Poem On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester of poet Thomas Warton Jr.

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 war-like 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 rhyme,
 The Druid frame, unhonour'd, falls a prey
 To the slow vengeance of the wizard Time,
 And fade the British characters away;
 Yet Spenser's page, that chants in verse sublime
 Those chiefs, shall live, unconscious of decay.