Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Swift without violence, without terror great.
MATTHEW PRIOR (1700)
This is an article from the May 7, 1962 issue
No more shall I along thy christall glide,
In Barge (with boughs and rushes beautified).
ROBERT HERRICK (1662)
'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards.
But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords.
ALEXANDER POPE (1734)
Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margent green,
The paths of pleasure trace.
THOMAS GRAY (1747)
Where sculptur'd elegance and native grace
Unite to stamp the beauties of the place,
While sweetly blending still are seen
The wavy lawn, the sloping green—
OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1772)