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...vanish from my eyes. " But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height " Descending slowtheirglittering 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 (i). " All-hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia's Issue, " hail...

...sceptre of England to the Welsh, the original possessors of it. " But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon.s height " Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll...of glory! spare my aching sight, *' Ye unborn ages croud not on my soul! " No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail; " All hail, ye genuine kings! Britannia.s...

...eminence enabled the frenzied prophet to look into other worlds. But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon 's height, Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll...aching sight, Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul From its summit, which is a plain of about six yards in circumference, may be seen six-and-twenty lakes...

...frenzied prophet to look into other worlds. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height, Descending 1 slow, their glittering skirts unroll; Visions of glory,...aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul. From its summit, which is a plain of about six yards in circumference, may be seen six-and-twenty lakes...

...But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height, * Descending slow, their glitt'riag skirts unrol! ' Visions of glory! spare my aching sight, * Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul ! ' No more our long-lost Arthurt we bewail: ' All hail, ye genuine Kings;, Britannia's issue, hail!...

...sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Geddington,Waltham, and other places. ' Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? '...aching' sight, ' Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul ! ' No more our long-lost * Arthur we bewail. ' All-hail, -f-ye genuine Kings, Britannia's Issue, hail....

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...vanish from my eyes. But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height. Descending slow, their glitt'ring 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 : Til. 2. Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry...

...mourn : ' In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, ' They melt, they vanish from my eyes. ' But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height ' Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? * Henry the Sixth, very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to...