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Is the sable warrior fled ?
“Fill high the sparkling bowl,
the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc 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, 5
1 Edward, the Black Prince, dead some time before his father.
2 Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign.
3 Richard the Second, as we are told by all the older writers, was starved to death.
4 Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. 5 Henry the Sixth, George, Duke of Clarence, 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 attributed to Julius Cæsar.
Revere his consort's 1 faith, his father's 2 fame,
“ Edward, lo! to sudden fate
Stay, 0, stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn ! In yon bright track that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes ! But, O, what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail.? All hail, ye genuine kings ! Britannia's issue, hail ! 8
· Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who strug. gled hard to save her husband and her crown.
Henry the Fifth. 3 Henry the Sixth, Very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown.
· The white and red roses, devices of York and Lancaster,
5 The silver boar was the badge of Richard the Third ; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of the Boar.
6 Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales.
? It was the common belief of the Welsh nation that king Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and would return again to reign over Britain.
8 Both Medin and Taliessin had prophesied that the Welsh should regain the sovereignty of this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the House of Tudor.
“ Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their stony fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old, In bearded majesty appear. In the midst a form divine !1 Her eye proclaims her of the Briton line ; Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, Attempered sweet to virgin grace. What strings symphonious tremble in the air ! What strains of vocal transport round her play! Hear from the grave, great Taliessin,2 hear! They breathe a soul to animate thy clay ; Bright rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, Waves in the eye of heaven her many-colored
wings. “ The verse adorn again, Fierce war, and faithful love, And truth severe, by fairy fiction dressed. In buskined measures 3 move Pale grief, and pleasing pain, With honor, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice,4 as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings 5 lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire. Fond, impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
i Queen Elizabeth.
Taliessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.
Shakspeare. A Milton. 5 The succession of poets after Milton's time.
Enough for me: with joy I see
SLEEP. - Miss Barrett.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
What would we give to our beloved ?
What do we give to our beloved ?
“ Sleep soft, beloved !” we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away
Sad dreams, that through the eyelids creep.
O earth, so full of dreary noises !
His dews drop mutely on the hill,
Yea, men may wonder, while they scan
art, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the juggler's leap, Would now its weary vision close, Would, childlike, on his love repose, “ Who giveth his beloved sleep!” And friends !- dear friends !- when it shall
For me, my