And in the beauty of its strength it stood STANZAS, Written on the SEA-SHORE, in 1792. As o'er the sands the youthful Cinthio stray'd, But when his hand had dried the glist'ning prey, Suppress thy rage sweet boy! and on thy heart As o'er the pebble's form the waves had shed Moist from her pencil, tempting scenes arise; And at the touch each flatter'd form decays. Ah dearest boy! warn'd by experience, now AMELIA OPIE. KING HENRY V. and the HERMIT of DREUX. While Henry V. lay at the siege of Dreux, an honest Hermit unknown to him, came and told him the great evils he brought on Christendom by his unjust ambition, who usurped the kingdom of France, against all manner of right, and contrary to the will of God; wherefore in his holy name he threatened him with a severe and sudden punishment, if he desisted not from his enterprize. Henry took this exhortation either as an idle whimsey, or a suggestion of the Dauphin's, and was but the more confirmed in his design. But the blow soon followed the threatening; for within some few months after, he was smitten with a strange and incurable disease. Mezeray. He past unquestioned thro' the camp, Their heads the soldiers bent In silent reverence, or begg'd A blessing as he went ; And so the Hermit past along And reach'd the royal tent. King Henry sate in his tent alone Fresh conquests he was planning there King Henry lifted up his eyes With reverence he the hermit saw, For he was very old, His look was gentle as a Saint's Repent thee, Henry, of the wrongs I have past forty years of peace But what a weight of woe hast thou I used to see along the stream Henry! I never now behold The white sail sailing down; Famine, Disease, and Death and Thou Destroy that wretched town. |