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... Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . I. 1 . 66 RUIN seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Though fann'd by ...
... Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . I. 1 . 66 RUIN seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Though fann'd by ...
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... Edward . He died 1295 . Ver . 14. " To arms ! " cried Mortimer ] Edmond de Mor- timer , Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lord Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompanied the king in this expedition ...
... Edward . He died 1295 . Ver . 14. " To arms ! " cried Mortimer ] Edmond de Mor- timer , Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lord Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompanied the king in this expedition ...
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... Edward's race . Give ample room , and verge enough The characters of hell to trace . Mark the year , and mark the ... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . Ver . 57. She - wolf of France ] Isabel of France , Edward ...
... Edward's race . Give ample room , and verge enough The characters of hell to trace . Mark the year , and mark the ... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . Ver . 57. She - wolf of France ] Isabel of France , Edward ...
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... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . Ver . 71. Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows ] Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froissart , and other contemporary writers . Ver . 77. Fill high ...
... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . Ver . 71. Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows ] Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froissart , and other contemporary writers . Ver . 77. Fill high ...
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... Edward the Fifth , Richard Duke of York , & c . believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London . The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar . Ver . 89. Revere his consort's faith ] Margaret of ...
... Edward the Fifth , Richard Duke of York , & c . believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London . The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar . Ver . 89. Revere his consort's faith ] Margaret of ...
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Page 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad 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 sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Page 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Page 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 23 - 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 thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Page 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.