On a rock, whose haughty brow 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. Hark, how each giant-oak and desert cave 'Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topp'd head. 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 criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. 'Weave the warp, and weave the woof The shrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs that ring, Shrieks of an agonising king! She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled Mate, From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of Heaven! What terrors round him wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combined, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. 'Mighty victor, mighty Lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening-prey. 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 havock urge their destined course, Twined with her blushing foe, we spread : Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, Brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom, "Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.) Stay, O stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn : But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul ! '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 Briton-Line : What strings symphonious tremble in the air, '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 Horrour, Tyrant of the throbbing breast. 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 Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: with joy I see The different 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 plunged to endless night. T. GRAY. Song WHERE shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow. CHORUS Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Parted for ever, Never, O never! CHORUS Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never! Where shall the traitor rest, Who could win maiden's breast, In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, CHORUS Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever; Blessing shall hallow it,— Never, O never! CHORUS Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never! SCOTT. Kinmont Willie O HAVE ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde? Had Willie had but twenty men, Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back; They led him thro' the Liddel-rack, |