Such were the founds, that o'er the * crested pride
Of the first Edward fcatter'd wild dismay,

As down the steep of † Snowdon's shaggy fide
He wound with toilfome march his long array.

Stout Glo'fter ftood aghaft in fpeechlefs trance:
I

To arms! cried § Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering

lance.

I. 2.

On a rock, whofe haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the fable garb of woe,

With haggard eyes the Poet food; - Loofe his beard, and hoary hair

** Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air)

-The crefted adder's pride. Dryden's Indian Queen. + Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract, which the Welsh themselves call Craigian-eryri: it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethfhire, as far eaft as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by King Edward the firft, fays, " Ad "ortum amnis Conway ad clivum montis Erery;" and Matthew of Westminster, (ad ann. 1283,)" Apud "Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdonia fecit erigi caftrum forte."

Gilbert de Clare, furnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, fon-in-law to King Edward. § Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They both were Lords-Marchers, whofe lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the king in this expedition.

The image was taken from a well-known picture of Raphaël, reprefenting the Supreme Being in the vifion of Ezekiel: there are two of thefe paintings (both believed original,) one at Florence, the other at Paris. **Shone, like a meteor, ftreaming to the wind.

Milton's Paradise Loft.

And

And with a master'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 aweful 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 soft Llewellyn's lay. I. 3.

• Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,

That hufh'd the ftormy main :

• Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain

Modred, whofe magic fong

Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head. * On dreary Arvon's thore they lie,

• Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail; The famifh'd

eagle fcreams, and passes by.

*The fhores of Caernarvonfhire oppofite to the isle of Anglesey.

+ Camden and others obferve, that eagles ufed annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as fome think) were named by the Welth 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 franger to this ifland, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Weftmoreland, &c. can teftify: it even has built its neft in the Peak of Derbyshire. [See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.]

• Dear loft 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 fleep.

On yonder cliffs, a griefly band,

• I see 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.'

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,

"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 fhrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs that ring;
"Shrieks of an agonizing King!

She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,

* As dear to me as are the ruddy drops,

That vifit my fad heart SHAKESP. Jul. Cæfar.
† See the Norwegian Ode, that follows.

Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley-

cafle.

Ifabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous
Queen.

That

☛ That tears the bowels of thy mangled Mate, ** From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs "The fcourge of Heaven. What tersors round hìn

"wait!

"Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd; "And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude 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.

"Is the fable f Warrior fled ?

"Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead.

"The Swarm, that in the 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 Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's fway, "That, hush'd in grim repofe, expects his evening-prey.

Triumphs of Edward the Third in France.

+ Death of that King, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his miftrefs.

Edward the Black Prince, dead fome time before his father.

Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froiffard, and other contemporary writers.

II. 3.

*Fill high the sparkling bowl,

"The rich repast prepare:

"Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast :

"Close by the regal chair

"Fell Thirft and Famine fcowl

"A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. "Heard ye the din of † battle bray,

"Lance to lance, and horfe to horfe!

"Long years of havock urge their deftin'd course, "And through the kindred fquadrons mow their way. "Ye towers of Julius ‡, London's lasting shame, "With many a.foul and midnight murther fed, "Revere his | Confort's faith, his Father's § fame, "And fpare the meek ¶ Ufurper's holy head.

*Richard the Second (as we are told by archbishop Scroop and the confederate Lords in their manifefto, by Thomas of Walfingham, and all the older writers) was ftarved to death. The ftory of his affaffination by Sir Piers of Exon, is of much later date.

+ Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.

Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered fecretly in the Tower of London. The oldeft part of that ftructure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæfar.

Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic fpirit, who ftruggled hard to fave 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.