Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkeley's roofs that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King! She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs wait! Amazement in his van with Flight combin'd, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude, behind. II.-2. "Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; H.- "Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. L Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse; Long years of havock urge their destin'd course, Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread; Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, Brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom, Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom. III.-1. "Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) Half thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.)" "Stay, O stay! nor thus forlorn, Leave me unblest, unpitied, here to mourn ; But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! III-2. "Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear. In the midst a Form divine! Her eye proclaims her of the British line; What strings symphonious tremble in the air! III.-3. "The verse adorn again, Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear; And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That, lost in long futurity, expire. Fond impious man! think'st thou yon sanguine cloud, Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? And warms the nations with redoubled ray. The diff'rent doom our fates assign. Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care; To triumph, and to die, are mine." He spoke; and, headlong from the mountain's height, Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night! SONG. GAY. 'Twas when the seas were roaring All on a rock reclin'd. Her head was crown'd with willows "Twelve months are gone and over, "The merchant, robb'd of pleasure, You'll find a richer maiden, But none that loves you so. "How can they say that nature No eyes the rocks discover, All melancholy lying, Thus wail'd she for her dear; Then, like a lily drooping, She bow'd her head, and died. MARCELIA. PROCTER. -Ir was a dreary place. The shallow brook That ran throughout the wood there took a turn, And widen'd: all its music died away, And in the place a silent eddy told That there the stream grew deeper. There dark trees Funereal (cypress, yew, and shadowy pine, They stood quite motionless, and look'd, methought, |