...n. "Mighty Vict'ir, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies, Is the sable warrior...the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were Gone to salute the rising morn. [born, Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr hlows, While proudly...

...abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last momenta by his courtiers and hi« mistress. la the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests...among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam wera born? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...

...he lies No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior? tied ? ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the mom,8 and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding...

...lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior" fled t tenance, like a man satisfied with the progress bom! Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn,8 aud soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...

...couch he lies ! 8 No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior9 fled ? Thy son is gone : he rests among the dead, The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr...

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

...' Mighty victor, mighty lord, $ Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable $ Warrior fled ? Thy sun is gone, lie rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were bom? Gone to salute...

...on his funeral couch he lies 1 'No pitying heart, no eye, afford ' A tear to grace his obsequies 1 ' Is the sable warrior fled ? — * Thy son is gone...dead. * The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? — ' Gone to salute the rising morn. — ' Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, * While...

...couch6 he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior7 fled ? 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.8 1 Weave the warp — Dr. Johnson also censures this expression as...

...the bard addressing Edward I ; " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. lie rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising...