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 thy noon-tide beam were born?
Gone to salute the rising Morn.

Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr 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 prey.

II. 3.

Fill high the sparkling bowl,t

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. Heard ye the din of battle bray,§

Lance to lance, and horse to horse;

Long years of havock urge their destin'd course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.

* Edward the Black Prince, dend some time before his father. Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froissart

and other contemporary writers.

Richard the Second, as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the confederate Lords in their manifesto, by Thomas of Wal singham, and all the older writers, was starved to death. The story of his assassination, by Sir Piers of Exton, is of much later date.

Ruinous 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,† his Father's fame,+ And spare the meek Usurper's holy head.§ Above, below, the rose of snow,||

Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread: The bristled Boar¶ 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,

III. 1.

'Edward, lo! to sudden fate

(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.)
Half of thy heart we consecrate.**
(The web is wove. The work is done,)
Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn

Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn!

* Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar.

+ Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled 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, Gaddington, Waltham, and other places.

In 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!†
III. 2.

'Girt with many a Baron bold
Sublime their starry fronts they rear;
And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old
In bearded majesty, appear.

In the midst a Form divine!

Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-Line;
Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,‡
Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.

What strings symphonious tremble in the air,
What strains of vocal transport round her play!
Hear from the grave, great Talliessin,§ 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 lionlike 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-colour'd wings.

III. 3.

The verse adorn again

Fierce War, and faithful Love,*

And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction dress'd.

In buskin'd measures movet

Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain,

With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
A voice, as of the Cherub-Choir,+

Gales from blooming Eden bear:

And distant warblings lessen on my ear,§

That lost in long futurity expire.

Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine 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 he plung'd to endless night.

Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

+ Shakspeare.

+ Milton.

Spenser's Proem to the Fairy Queen.

The succession of Poets after Milton's time.

FOR MUSIC.*

AIR.

“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

CHORUS.

"Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain,

Dare the Muse's walk to stain,

While bright-eyed Science watches round:

Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!'

RECITATIVE.

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
Through every unborn age, and undiscover'd clime.
Rapt in celestial transport they ;

Yet hither oft a glance from high
They send of tender sympathy,

*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.