...in his own time by the name of the Hoar, (hj Half of thy heart we consecrate. " In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, " They melt, they vanish...my soul ! " No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail (!)• " All-hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia's Issuf) III. 2. " Girt with many a Baron bold " Sublime...

...in his own time by the name of the Boar. fk) Half of thy heart we consecrate. " In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, " They melt, they vanish...what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height " Descending slowtheirglittering skirts unroll ? " Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! " Ye unborn Ages, crowd...

...sceptre of England to the Welsh, the original possessors of it. " But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon.s height " Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll...of glory! spare my aching sight, *' Ye unborn ages croud not on my soul! " No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail; " All hail, ye genuine kings! Britannia.s...

...Stay, oh stay I nor thus forlorn ' Leave me unbless'd, unpity'd, here to mourn. ' In VOL' bright track that fires the western skies ' They melt, they vanish from my eyes. ' But oh I what solemn scenes on Snowdown's height ' Descending slow their glitt'rirg skirts unroll ? ' Visions...

...Stay, oh stay ! nor thus forlorn, Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn : In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish...solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll ? Visions of glory ! spare my aching sight ; Ye unborn ages ! crowd not on...

...her, are s( to be seen at Northampton, Gaddington, -Waltha* and other places. "In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, " They melt, they vanish...unroll ? " Visions of glory, spare my aching sight 1 " Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul J " No more our long lost Arthur we bewail i. " All-hail ye...

...oh stay, nor thus, forlorn, Leave me, unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn ! — In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish...scenes, on Snowdon's height, Descending slow, their glitt'ring skirts unroll > — Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! — Ye unborn ages, crowd not...

...eminence enabled the frenzied prophet to look into other worlds. But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon 's height, Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll...aching sight, Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul From its summit, which is a plain of about six yards in circumference, may be seen six-and-twenty lakes...

...frenzied prophet to look into other worlds. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height, Descending 1 slow, their glittering skirts unroll; Visions of glory,...aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul. From its summit, which is a plain of about six yards in circumference, may be seen six-and-twenty lakes...

...unhless'd, unpity'd here to mourn, * In yon bright tract, that fires the western skies, ' They mctt, they vanish from my eyes. ' But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height, * Descending slow, their glitt'riag skirts unrol! ' Visions of glory! spare my aching sight, * Ye unborn ages crowd not on my...