And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert-cave, Sigh to the torrent's awful voice beneath! • O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; • Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or foft Llewel lyn's lay. I. 3. • Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hufh'd the stormy main: • Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whofe magic fong bed: • Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head. On On dreary Arvon's fhore they lie, • Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail; • The famish'd eagle fcreams, and paffes by, • Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, • Dear, as the light that vifits these fad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries *The fhores of Caernarvonshire oppofite to the isle of Anglesey. + Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as fome think) were named by the Welch Craigian-eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called the Eagle's Neft. That bird is certainly no stranger to this ifland, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmorland, &c. can testify: it even has built its neft in the Peak of Der. byshire. [See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.] As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That vifit my fad heart SHAKESPEARE'S Jul. Cæfar. • No No more I weep. They do not fleep. On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, I fee them fit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line.' II. I. "Weave the warp, and weave the woof, "The winding-sheet of Edward's race. "Give ample room, and verge enough "The characters of hell to trace. "Mark the year, and mark the night, * See the Norwegian ode that follows. "The "The fhrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs that ring, "Shrieks of an agonizing King* ! "She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, "That tear'ft the bowels of thy mangled mate, "From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs "The fcourge of Heav'n. round him wait! What terrors "Amazement in his van, with flight combin'd, "And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. * Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley castle. + Ifabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous Queen. Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. H II.2. "Mighty II. 2. "Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, "Low on his funeral couch he lies * ! "No pitying heart, no eye, afford "A tear to grace his obfequies. "Is the fable warrior fled? "Thy fon is gone. He refts among the dead. "The fwarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born? "Gone to falute the rifing Morn. "Fair laughs the Morn†, and foft the zephyr blows, "While proudly riding o'er the azure realm "In gallant trim the gilded veffel goes; "Youth on the prow, and pleafure at the helm; * Death of that king, abondoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. + Edward the Black Prince, dead fome time before his father. Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froissard and other contemporary writers. "Regard |