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Or pining Love, shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair,
And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defil'd, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
Lo, in the vale of years beneath
The painful family of Death,
More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
To each his sufferings: all are men,
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
And happiness too swiftly flies.
A PINDARIC ODE.
"RUIN seize thee, ruthless king!
Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
* The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming à coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every
Stout Glo'ster * stood aghast in speechless trance: To arms! cried Mortimer †, and couch'd his quivering lance.
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,
With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air,)
"Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
That hush'd the stormy main;
Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:
Modred, whose magic song
Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head.
* Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.
+ Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglesea.
Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail :
No more I weep. They do not sleep.
I see them sit, they linger yet,
Avengers of their native land:
With me in dreadful harmony they join,
And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
"Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
She-wolf of France †, with unrelenting fangs,
Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley castle.
+ Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous queen.
Triumphs of Edward the Third in France.
Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd;
"Mighty Victor, mighty Lord,
Low on his funeral couch he lies! *
No pitying heart, no eye, afford
A tear to grace his obsequies.
Is the sable warrior + fled?
Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.
The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born;
Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
"Fill high the sparkling bowl,
The rich repast prepare:
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:
Close by the regal chair
Fell Thirst and Famine scowl
A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
* Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress.
Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father.
Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.