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But bark! he strikes the golden lyre;
See, shady forms advance!
And the pale spectres dance;
“ By the streams that ever flow;
O’er the Elysian flowers;
Or Amaranthine bowers;
Wandering in the myrtle grove;
He sung :-—and hell consented
To hear the Poet'st prayer;
And gave him back the fair,
Thus song could prevail
O’er death and o'er hell,
Though fate had fast bound her,
With Styx nine times round her.
Now, under hanging mountains,
* Sisyphus, the first king of Corinth, noted for his robberies, for which he was doomed in the infernal regions to roll a huge stone up a mountain.
+ Ixion the son of Phlegyas a king of Thessaly, said to have been struck with thunder to Tartarus, and by order of Jupiter, tied with twisted snakes to a wheel which continually turned round.
The poet Orpheus married Eurydice, who died from the bite of a serpent. Orpheus in order to recover her to life, went with his lyre to the regions of death, and so pleased Pluto Proserpine with his playing, that they promised to restore Euridice to life, provided Orpheus did not look behind till he reached Earth. Orpheus accepted the condition, but when near to earth looked back * see if Eurydice was following him, and she instantly vanished from his
For ever, ever, ever, lost,-
He trembles, he glows,
Amidst Rhodope's snows,
Ah see, he dies!
Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And make despair and madness please.
To bright Cecilia greater power is given;
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king ! *
They mock the air with idle state!
Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,
He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance; "To arms!' cried Mortimer, and couched his quivering lance.
* Edward I., when he conquered Wales, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands, to be put to death.
+ Hauberksma Coat of Mail made of steel rings.
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,
With haggard eyes the poet stood
Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!
Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe,
• Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
That hushed the stormy main :
Mountains, ye mourn in vain,
Smeared with gore, and ghostly pale :
Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ;
Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Ye died amidst your dying country's cries
On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,
Avengers of their native land :
The winding-sheet of Edward's race,
The characters of hell to trace:
When Severn shall re-echo with affright
From thee be born, who o’er thy country hangs
* Edward 11., who was cruelly butchered by Isabel of France, his Queen, in Berkley Castle.
Amazement in his van, with flight combined,
Fill high the sparkling-bowl,
Lance to lance, and horse to horse ?
Long years of havock urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
And spare the meek usurper'st holy head !
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.-
Edward, lo! to sudden fate
Half of thy heart|| we consecrate.
Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn
Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll?
Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day? To-morrow He repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me; with joy I see
The different doom our fates assign.
To triumph and to die are mine.'
Thomas Gray. DIALOGUES.
* Richard II. was deposed and starved to death. + The Wars of York and Lancaster. # Henry VI. who was murdered in the Tower.
Richard III. whose badge was a silver boar. | Eleanor of Castile, wife of Edward I,
QUARREL OP BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. BRUTUS, haughty and warm at times. Cassius, testy and
Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear in this
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella,
Because I knew the man) were slighted off.
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Are much condemned to have an itching palm;
You know that you are Brutus that spake this,
Or, I avow, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Remember March, the Ides of March remember;
Than such a Roman.
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself,
To make conditions.