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• Regardless of thesweeping Whirlwind’ssway, “ That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his
« Fill * high the sparkling bowl, “ The rich repast prepare, " Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: 66 Clofe by the regal chair " Fell thirst and famine scowl - A baleful smile upon their baffled gueft. " Heard
the din of battle bray of, “ Lance to lance, and horfe to horse?
* Richard the Second, as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and. the confederate Lords in their manifesto, by Thomas of Wallingham, and all the older writers, was starved to death. The story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exon, is of much later date.
16 Long years of havock urge their destin'd
course, “ And through the kindred squadrons mow
“ Yetow’rs of Julius*, London's lastingshame, “ With many a foul and midnight murder fed, " Revere his confort's your faith, his father's *
fame, “ And spare the meck usurper's § holy head.
Above, below, the rose of snow ll, 66 Twin’d with her blushing foe, we spread!
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 bristled boar * in infant gore
" Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
• Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify
• Edward, lo! to sudden fate “ (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) " ujin Half of thy heart we consecrate.
(The web is wove. The work is done.)" • Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn • Leave me unbless’d, unpity'd, here to mourn:
* 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 thewestern skies, • They melt, they vanish from my eyes. 6 But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's
height Descending flow their glitt'ring fkirts unroll? - Visions of glory! spare my aching fight, " Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! • No more our long-loft Arthur * we bewail. • All-hail, ye genuine Kings up, Britannia's
issue, hail !
« Girt with many a Baron bold o Sublime their starry fronts they rear ;.
* It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and should return again to reign over Britain,
+ Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island ; 'which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor.
. And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old
In bearded majefty, 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 smyphonious tremble in the air! - What strains of vocal transportround her play! - Hear from the grave, great Talieflin, hear;
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, 6 Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-co
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 ma* jestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of her princelie checkes."
+ Talieffin, chief of the Bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high venera. tion among his countrymen.