Stout Glo'fter ftood aghaft in fpeechless trance; To arms! cried Mortimer †, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance, I. 2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the fable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet ftood; [air; Loose his beard ‡, and hoary hair Gilbert de Clare, furnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, fon-in-law to King Edward. + Edmund de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They both were Lords-Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this Expedition. The image was taken from a well-known picture of Raphael, reprefenting the fupreme Being in the vifion of Ezekiel. There are two of thefe paintings (both believed original) one at Florence, the other at Paris. Shone, like a meteor, ftreaming to the And with a master's hand and prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. 6 Hark, how each giant oak, and desart cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! O'er thee, O King! their hundred` arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe; ' Vocal no more, fince Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or foft Llewel • Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, 'That hufh'd the ftormy main : • Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy 'Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whofe magic fong bed; Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud top'd head. On dreary Arvon's fhore they ly*, * The Shores of Caernarvonshire, oppofite to the isle of Anglesey. I < Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: Dear, as the light that vifits those fad eyes t [heart +, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my Ye died amidst your dying country's cries-No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grifly band.. • I see them fit, they linger yet, * Cambden and others obferve, that eagles ufed annnally to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowden, which from thence (as fome think) were named by the Welch, Craigian eryri, or the craigs of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called The Eagles Neft. That bird is certainly no ftranger to this ifland, as the Scots and people of Cumberland, Weftmoreland, Sc. can teftify; it even has built its neft in the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithol. publifhed by Ray.) + As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That vifit my fad heart--- Shakespeare's Julius Cæfar. Avengers of their native land : • With me in dreadful harmony they join*, • And weave with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line *. 66 II. I. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, "The winding-fheet 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-eccho with affrightt, "The fhrieks of death, through Berkeley's roofs that ring; "Shrieks of an agonizing king! [fangs "She wolf of France, with unrelenting "That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate, * See the Norwegian Ode that follows. + Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkely caftle. Ifabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous Queen. "From thee be born, who o'er thy coun "Mighty victor, mighty Lord, "No pitying heart, no eye afford [dead. He refts among the "The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, "Gone to falute the rifing Morn. Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. 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 fome time before his father. |