...afford " A tear to grace his obfeqnies. " Is the fable J Warrior fled ? " Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born ; " Gone to falute the rifing Morn. " Fair || laughs the Morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly riding...

...pitying heart, no eye, afford 4' A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable Warrior fled (x) ? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were " born? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn (y), and soft...

...afford A tear to ргдсе hie obfeqaies, Is the fable «¡ Warrior fled? Thy fon i« gone. He refis among the Dead. The Swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born; Gone to falute the rifing Morn. Fair »* laughs (he Morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, Whiic proudly riding o'er...

...pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable Warrior fled (x) ? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were " born? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn (y), and soft...

...No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable Warrior fled .r? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn y, and soft...

...him wait j Amazement in his van, with flight combin'd, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. Mighty victor, mighty lord Low on his funeral couch...gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr...

...year before his father, Edward III. Hence these lines of *RAT in hi> inimitable ode, " the Bard." " Is the sable warrior fled ? • •• • " Thy son is gone, he rests among the dead." If. 2. See Hume, and Stow's chron. com in. by Howe. wedge. One soldier was followed by two, they by...

...Hes§! " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies ! " Ts the sable warrior|l fled? " Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. " The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born> " Gone to salute the rising morn: " Fair laughs the mornlT, and soft the...

...Victor, mighty Lord, " J Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A Uar to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable § Warrior...gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. " Fair || laughs the Morn, and soft...

...lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fifed ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr...