...crested pride« Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowden's shaggy sidef He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout...trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer, § and couch'd his quivering lance. 1.2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in...

...Timotheus in the Feast of Alexander, I contemplate with awful delight Gray's enthusiastic bard — On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair...

...crested pride * Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side 5 He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Gloster stood aghast 6 in speechless trance : To arms! cried Mortimer 7 , and couch'd his quivering lance. I. 2, On a rock,...

...also to one of our most celebrated lyric poets, the no less animated description of the British Bard: On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood. Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd...

...of Timotheus in the Feast of Alexander, I contemplate with awful delight Gray's enthusiastic bard— On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rnb'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd...

...to one of our most celebrated lyric poets, the no less animated description of the British bard : " On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Rolled in the sable garb of Woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood. Loose his beard and hoary hair,...

...•• MMiivi. i . (ad ann. 12S3), ' Apud Abercooway ad pedea u.on*dooi« fecit erigi caetrum forte.' Stout Glo'ster* stood aghast in speechless trance...haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Puet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd,...

...Oloater stood aghast in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer, and coueh'd his quivering lance. ee her eldest son. On the late Massacre in Piemont. Avenge, O Lord, t Kob'd in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose In- beard, and hoary hair,...

...!" Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, 10 As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound...trance : " To arms !" cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance. Ver. 5. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail.] The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets,...

...tears !" Sueh were the sounds that o'er the erested pride Of the first Edward seatter'd wild dismay, u v w b mareh his long array. Stout Gloster stood aghast in speeehless tranee : To arms ! eried Mortimer, and...