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And in the beauty of its strength it stood
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 ;
Ah dearest boy! warn'd by experience, now
AMELIA OPIE. KING HENRY V. and tbe HERMIT of
While Henry V.lay at the siege of Dreux, an honest Hermir 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.
He past unquestioned thro' the camp,
Their heads the soldiers bent
A blessing as he went ;
And reach'd the royal tent.
King Henry sate in his tent' alone
before him lay,
To grace the future day.
King Henry lifted up his eyes
The intruder to behold,
For he was very old,
eye was bold.
Repent thee, Henry, of the wrongs
That thou hast done this land, O King repent in time, for know
The judgement is at hand.
I have past forty years of peace
Beside the river Blaise,
Laid on my latter days.
I used to see along the stream
The white sail sailing down, That wafted food in better times
To yonder peaceful town.
Henry! I never now behold
The white sail sailing down ; Famine, Disease, and Death and Thou
Destroy that wretched town.