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And now a gallant tomb they raise,
With costly sculpture deck'd ;
Doth Gelert's bones protect.
Or forester, unmoved;
Llewellyn's sorrow proved.
And oft, as evening fell,
Poor Gelert's dying yell.
INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG.
On his morning rounds the master
And the hare whom they pursue
TO THE BRAMBLE-FLOWER. Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows,
Wild bramble of the brake ! So put thou forth thy small white rose,
I love it for his sake.
Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow
O'er all the fragrant bowers,
Thy satin-threaded flowers :
That cannot feel how fair,
Thy tender blossoms are. How delicate thy gauzy frill!
How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice, when woods are still,
And thou sing'st hymns to them !
And, 'mid the general hush,
Lone whispering through the bush !
The primrose to the grave is gone ;
The hawthorn-flower is dead; The violet by the moss'd grey stone
Hath laid her weary head.
But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring,
In all their beauteous power,
And boyhood’s blossomy hour.
Thou bid'st me be a boy,
In freedom and in joy.
ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble Eng
land's praise ; I tell of the thrice-famous deeds she wrought in
ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore,
in vain, The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of
Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer
day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to
Plymouth Bay; Her crew hath seen Castille's black fleet, beyond
Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many
At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's espe
cial grace ;
And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her
close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along
the wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's
lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along
the coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland
many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old
sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers, before him
sound the drums ; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear
an ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of
her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance
the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon
swells. Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient
crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay
lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that
famed Picard field, Bohemia’s plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's