Ah! fair one, will it not suffice, And strive to make me doubly die? POEMS. ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S REBUILDING THE LODGINGS OF THE BLACK PRINCE, AND HENRY V. AT QUEEN'S COLLEGE, Oxford. WHERE bold and graceful soars, secure of fame, And the Fifth Henry, for his first renown, In that coarse age were princes fond to dwell With meagre monks, and haunt the silent cell: Sent from the monarch's to the Muse's court, Their meals were frugal, and their sleeps were short; Tó couch at curfew time they thought no scorn, Art after art still dawning to their view, Sages in peace, and demi-gods in war! Who, stern in fight, made echoing Cressi ring, And, mild in conquest, serv'd his captive king! Who gain'd, at Agincourt, the victor's bays; Nor took himself, but gave good Heaven, the praise! Thy nurslings, ancient dome! to virtue form'd ; To mercy listening, whilst in fields they storm'd · Fierce to the fierce; and warm the opprest to save; Through life rever'd, and worshipp'd in the grave! grace His mother's walls, and fill thy Edward's place, |