And with a Mafter's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre.. "Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, "Sighs 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 Llewellyn's lay. "Modred, whofe magic fong "Made huge Plinlinmon 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 famifh'd + Eagle fcreams, and paffes by. "Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that vifits thefe fad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, "Ye died amidst your dying country's cries " No The fhores of Caernarvonshire oppofite to the ifle of Anglefey. + Cambden and others obferve, that eagles ufed annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as fome think) were named the Welch Craigian-ervri, 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 franger to this ifland, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it even has built its nefl in the Peak of Derbyshire." [Sec Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.] As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, Shakef. Jul. Cafar. "No more I weep. They do not fleep "On yonder cliffs, a grisly 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." H. r. "Weave the warp, and weave the woof, 66 The winding-fheet 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 fhall re-echo with affright The *See the Norwegian Ode, that follows. Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in BerkleyCaftle. "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 scourge of Heav'n. What Terrors round him wait! 66 Amazement in his van, with Flight combin❜d. "And forrow's faded form, and folitude behind. 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. 66 Is * Ifabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous Queen. + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. Death of that King, abandoned by his Children, and even robbed in his laft moments by his Courtiers and his Miftrefs. Is the fable Warrior fled ? "Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead. "The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were "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 i "Youth on the brow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's fway, "That, hufh'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey. II. *Edward the Black Prince, died fome time before his Father. § Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign, See Froiffard and other contemporary Writers. |