THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth , to fortune and
to fame unknown : Fair science frowned not on his humble birth , And melancholy
marked him for her own . 120 Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere ...
35 Oh ! gently on thy suppliant's head , Dread goddess , lay thy chastening hand !
Not in thy Gorgon terrorso clad , Not circled with the vengeful bando ( As by the
impious thou art seen ) , With thundering voice , and threatening mien , With ...
3 " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hushed the stormy main : 30 Brave Urieno
sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains , ye mourn in vain Modred , ° whose
magic song Made huge Plinlimmono bow his cloud - topt head . On dreary
Ye towers of Julius , ° London's lasting shame , With many a foul and midnight
murder fed , Revere his consort's faith , his father's fame , And spare the meek
usurper's holy head . Above , below , the rose of snow , 85 O O 90 The bristled
Tis of human entrails made , ) And the weights , that play below , Each a gasping
warrior's head . Shafts for shuttles , dipt in gore , Shoot the trembling cords along .
Sword , that once a monarch bore , Keep the tissue close and strong . 15 Mista ...
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