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• No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequios. Is the sable Warrior Aled ** Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair Tauglis the Morn,t and soft the 'lephyr blows,
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening
. Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare,
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast
A baleful smile upon their balled Gucnt.
Lance to lance, and horse to horse ,
Long years of havock urge their destin'd course, And thro' the kindred squadrong mow their way.
• Edward the Black Prince, dend some time before his father.
+ Magnificence of Hichard the second's reign. Nee Froissart and other contemporary writers.
Richard the Second, as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and tbe confederate Lords in their manifesto, by 'l'homes of Wal. singham, and all the older writers, was starved to death. The story of his assassination, by Sir Piers of Extou, is of much later date. 0 Ruingus civil wars of York and Lancaster.
* Ye tow’rs of Julius,* London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
Revere his Consort's faith,t his Father's fame, And spare the meek Usurper's holy head. Above, below, the rose of snowell
Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread : The bristled Boarq in infant gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, Brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom. Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom,
• Edward, lo! to sudden fate
Half of thy heart we consecrate.**
* Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered se cretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that struc. ture is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar.
† Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who strug. gled hard to save her husband and her crown.
| Henry the Fifth.
$ Henry the Sixth, very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown. || The white and red roses, devices of York and Lancaster.
The silver boar was the badge of Richard the Third ; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of the Boar.
** Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of her affection for her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret and sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Gaddingtop, Waltham, and other places.
în yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowden's height
Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul! No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail.* All-hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia's issue, hail!t
Girt with many a Baron bold
And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old
What strains of vocal transport round her play! Hear from the grave, great Talliessin, ş hear;
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
* It was the common belief of the Welch nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy.land, and would return again to reign over Britain.
+ Both Merlin and Thalliessin had prophesied, that the Welch should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor.
Speed, relating an audience given by Queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzialinski, ambassador of Poland, says, ' And thus she lion. like rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her stately port and majestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of her princelie checkes.'
§ Talliessin, chief of the Bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.
Bright Rapture calls, and, soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heav'n her many-colourd
• The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful Love, *
In buskin’d measures movet
A voice, as of the Cherub-Choir,
That lost in long futurity expire.
cloud, Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: with joy I see
The different doom our fates assign. Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care,
To triumph, and to die, are mine.' He spoke; and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide le plung'd to endless night.
* Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.
Spenser's Proem to the Fairy Queen. + Shakspeare.
Milton. $ 1'he succession of Poets after Milton's time.
- Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground)
Comus, and his midnight-crew, And Ignorance with looks profound,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue Mad Sedition's cry profane, Servitude that hugs her chain, Nor in these consecrated bowers [flowers. Let painted Flattery hide her serpent train in
Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain,
From yonder realms of empyrean day
Bursts on my ear the’ indignant lay ; There sit the sainted Sage, the bard divine,
The few, whom Genius gave to shine
Rapt in celestial transport they ;
* This Ode was performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the Installation of his Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University. It is here printed with the divisions adopted by the composer, Dr. Randall, then professor of music at Cambridge.