...stood aghast in speechless trance : 4 To arms !' cried Mortimer, (3) and couched his quivering lance. around, В da every fierce tumultuous passion cease : ' In still Hmal Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the Poet stood — Loose his heard, and hoary hair...

...himself of the same sublime passage in Gray that the extracted version represented, viz. : • . " 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...

...Glo'sterf stood aghast in speechless trance: To arms I cried Mortimer, * and couch'd his quivering lance. 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...

...has; but the metaphor is carried further, and improved by the retrospective beauty of derivation : " On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood." The " united eyebrow" of the ancients was by them regarded as a rare beauty : when applied to the sylvan...

...could not doubt that Gray had contemplated the same scene, from nearly the same point of view — ' On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,' so exactly, at that hour, did the sublime features of the prospect awake sentiments in unison with...

...tears !" Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound...speechless trance : " To arms !" cried Mortimer, and couched his quivering lance. N a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed...

...any thing that has hitherto appeared in our language, the Odes of Dryden himself not excepted. li} I. 2. " 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 tire Poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair...

...Harlech. " Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound...speechless trance, To arms, cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance." Thus, my fair, intellectual, and courteous Audience, I have, with your permission...

...throughout all ages, world without end.— AMEN. For the Church Magazine. ON THE RUINS OF CONWAY CASTLE. " On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood." GRAY. Time-honour'd Conway ! in thine aged walls, Thy mouldering battlements and grassgrown halls,...

...tears.' Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound, with toilsome march, his long array." The whole district was formerly, too, a royal forest, and abounded with deer ; but the last of these...