And grateful adoration, for that light So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below, From Light himself; O, look with pity down ΤΟ THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD TALBOT. ADDRESSED TO HIS SON, WHILE, with the public, you, my Lord, lament A friend and father lost; permit the Muse,- Let the low-minded of these narrow days No more presume to deem the lofty tale Romance. In Talbot, we united saw The piercing eye, the quick enlighten'd soul, |