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" Edward, lo! to sudden fate “ (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun) 66 * Half of thy heart we consecrate, “ (The web is wove. The work is done.)"
Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn • Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn : • In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, - They melt, they vanish from my eyes. * But oh! what folemn scenes on Snowdon's height
Descending flow their glittring skirts unroll ? • Visions of glory, spare my aching fight, « Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul ! • No more our long-loft Arthur we bewail, • All-hail to ye genuine Kings, Britannia's Iffue, hail !
III. 2. « Girt with many a Baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear;
And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old « In bearded majesty, appear.
* Eleanor of Caftile, died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof me gave of her affection for her Lord is well known. The monuments of kis regret, and sorrow for the loss of her, are fill to be seen in several parts of England. + Accesion of the line of Tudor.
«In the midst a Form divine !
Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.
• 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. • A Voice, as of the Cherub-Choir, • Gales from blooming Eden bear; * And distant warblings lessen on my ear, • That loft in long futurity expire. • Fond impious Man, think'it thou, yon fanguine cloud, • Rais’d by thy breath, has quench’d the Orb of day? « To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, « And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
* Taliesin, Chief of the Bards, flourish'd in the Vith Certury. His works are still preserved, and his memory held inz bigh veneration among his Countrymen.
« Enough for me: With joy I see
The different doom our Fates assign. • Be thine Despair, and scepter'd 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.
AVING now, by the advice and assistance of my petent size, it has been thought proper that the farther
progress of its growth should here be stop'd. From the loose and fugitive pieces, some printed, others in manuscript, which for forty or fifty years past have been thrown into the world, and carelessly left to perish; I have here, according to the most judicious opinions I could obtain in distinguithing their merits, endeavour'd to select and preserve the beft. The favourable reception which the former volumes have met with, demands my warmeft acknowledgments, and calls for all my care in compleating the Collection; and in this respect, if it appear that I have not been altogether negligent, I shall hope to be allow'd the merit, which is all I claim, of having furnish'd to the Public an elegant and polite Amusement. Little more need be added, than to return my thanks to several ingenious friends, who have obligingly contributed to this Entertainment. If the reader hould happen to find, what I hope he feldom will, any pieces which he may think unworthy of having been inserted; as it would ill become me to attribute his disike of them to his own want of Tafte, so I am too conscious of my own deficiencies not to allow him to impute the in. fertion of them to mine.
IN D E X to the Sixth Volume.
I'mn to the Naiads, 1746 5. To a Friend Sick, written
Page 1 at Rome, 1756 54
E.of Huntingdon, 1747 15 ten at Rome, 1756 56
min Lord Bishop of Win-On the Immortality of the Soul,
The Arbour : an Ode to Con-
32 The Drophical Man 125
33 Paradise regain'd 126
35 To a Lady on a Landscape of her
Ode to Cupid on Valentine's
pagne, 1754 41 | To the Rev. T*** T**, D.D.
44 | Anacreon.
Ode III. - 157
47 made in Imitation of Ode II.