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Or pining Love, shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair,
And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,
And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defild, And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
Lo, in the vale of years beneath
A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death,
More hideous than their queen:
Those in the deeper vitals rage:
And slow-consuming Age.
To each his sufferings : all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain,
The urfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their Paradise. No more; wherė ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
A PINDARIC ODE.
“ Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
* The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion,
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Stout Glo'ster * stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms! cried Mortimert, and couch'd his qui
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave,
craggy bed :
“ Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main ; Brave Urien sleeps upon
his Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head. On dreary Arvon's shore | they lie, Smear’d with gore, and ghastly pale :
* Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward. + Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore.
The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglesea.
Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail :
No more I weep. They do not sleep.
On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet,
Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
“ • 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-echo with affright' [ring *, The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that Shrieks of an agonizing king ; She-wolf of France t, with unrelenting fangs, That tears the bowels of thy mangled mate, From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of Heaven. ^ What terrours round
Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley castle.
+ Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adul
# Triumphs of Edward the Third in France,
Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd;
• • Mighty Victor, mighty Lord,
“ • Fill high the sparkling bowl,
* Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress.
+ Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father,
Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.