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** On dreary Arvon's shore they lie,
« Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail ;
• The familh'd + Eagle screams, and passes by.
* The shores of Caernarvonshire oppofite to the isle of Anglesey,
+ Cambden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welch Craigianeryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called the eagle's nest. That bird is certainly no ftranger to this island, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify : it even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.]
« Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
|| Dear, as the light that visits these fad eyes,
|| Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my
[heart, • Ye died amidst your dying country's cries
• No more I weep. They do not sleep.
« On yonder cliffs, a griefly band,
• I see them fit, they linger yet,
' Avengers of their native land:
« With me in dreadful harmony I they join,
* And I weave with bloody hands the tissue of
|| As dear to me as are the ruddy drops,
Shakesp. Jul. Cæfar.
| See the Norwegian Ode, that follows,
“ 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,
“ * When Severn shall re-eccho with affright
“ The shrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs
(that ring, “ Shrieks of an agonizing King !
• Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in BerkleyCastle,
+ She-Wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
" That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled Mate,
|| From thee be born, who o'er thy country
[hangs “ The scourge of Heav'n. What Terrors round
[him wait! “ Amazement in his van, with Flight combined,
“ And sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
“ No pitying heart, no eye, afford
A tear to grace his obsequies.
+ Ifabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous Queen. Il Triumphs of Edward the Third in France.
Death of that King, abandoned by his Children, and even robbed in his last moments by kis Courtiers and his Mistress.
« Is the fable * Warriour fied?
Thy son is gone.
He rests among the Dead.
“ The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were
(born ? .“ Gone to falute the rising Morn.
“ Fair of 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,
prow, and Pleasure at the helm ;
Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway,
“ That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his even
* Edward, the Black Prince, dead fome time before his
† Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froiffard, and other contemporary Writers.