COTEMPORARy Sovereigns.

Popes.

Gregory X. 1271.

Innocent V. 1276.

Adrian V. 1276.

Martin IV. 1281.

John XXI. 1276. Nicholas III. 1277.

Honorius IV. 1285. Nicholas IV. 1288. Cœlestine V. 1294. Boniface VIII. 1294. Benedict IX. 1303. Clement V. 1305.

Emperors.

Of the East.-Michael VIII. 1259.

Andronicus II. 1283.

Rodolphus I. 1273.

Of the West.-Frederick II. 1202.*

Adolphus of Nassau, 1291. Albert, 1298.

Kings.

Of France.-Philip III. 1270. Philip IV. 1285.
Of Portugal.-Alphonsus III. 1247. Dennis, 1275.
Of Denmark.-Eric VII. 1259. Eric VIII. 1286.
Of Sweden.-Magnus II. 1279.
Of Scotland.-Alexander III. 1249. John Baliol, 1293.
Robert Bruce, 1306.

Birger II. 1290.

* After the death of Frederick, there was an interregnum in the empire until Rodolphus; during which the following Princes either reigned, or were elected: Conrad III. William, Earl of Holland. Richard, Earl of Cornwall. Edward IV. and Alphonso, King of Castile.

LOCKMAN.

EDWARD

EDWARD THE FIRST.

"Facta mea, non dicta, vos, Milites, sequi volo; nec disciplinam modo, sed Exemplum etiam á me petere."

"Helm, nor hanberk, twisted mail,

LIVY, Book vii.

"Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
"To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
"From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears.
"Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride
"Of the first Edward, scatter'd wild dismay,
"As down the steps of Snowdon's craggy side
"He wound with toil, and march'd his long array.
"Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance,
"To arms! cried Mortimer, and couched his quiv'ring
lance."

"Oh! I am come from the Holy Land,

"Where saints did live and die,

"Where with valiant might

"Do the Christians fight,

"And have won the victory."

GRAY.

GLEE OF THE RED CROSS KNIGHTS.

The red cross flies in Holy Land,
The Saracen his crescent waves,
And English EDWARD'S gallant band
Seek proud renown, or glorious graves!

Yet

Yet true religion sure they slight

Who deem that worship pure and good Which offers, reeking from the fight, Hands deeply dipp'd in human blood!

Surely of life the living Lord

For sinners would have died in vain ; Did his lov'd cause require the sword Its peaceful doctrine to maintain?

Yet so it was, and 'tis so still,

Mistaken impulse wooes the strife,
Proud to be conquer'd, as to kill,
So she but shews contempt of life.

No matter whose, or what, the cause
For which the front of death we face;

If fashion bids us court applause

To hesitate were foul disgrace.

EDWARD to aid the sire he loved,

Where British Chiefs with Britons met,

His manly hardihood had proved,

Yet deem'd his honour still in debt.

That

That Pagan proselytes might yield

To war's sharp arguments, he fought Till, from his prowess in the field

They fled, and treach'rous vengeance sought.

A Zealot rear'd the poison'd knife,

Nor less a Zealot had he slain,

But to the Prince he yields his life,

And love's sweet lips the venom drain.*

Returning, while on Cyprus shore,
Heralds the solemn tidings bring,

That EDWARD's father is no more,†

And EDWARD'S self is Albion's King.

Now burst his daring passion forth,
And clarions loud proclaim afar,

* Eleanor of Castile, consort to the Prince, is said, at the imminent hazard of her own life, to have preserved that of her husband, by extracting the poison with her lips.

† He received at the same time intelligence of his son's death, a boy six years of age, which he received with resignation; but appeared extremely afflicted at the death of his father: 'some surprise being expressed at this, he observed, the loss of a son he might hope to replace; but that of a father was irreparable.

ANDREWS, &c.
To

To east, and west, to south, and north,

That EDWARD lives but in the war.

And first LLEWELLYN's native land,
Where dwelt the genuine British race,

Is doom'd to prove stern EDWARD's hand,
And feel oppression's iron mace.

Mark! the blood in torrents streaming,
Helm, and shield, and faulchion ring,
Lightning from each buckler beaming.
Hark! the bards indignant sing,
(Flames around their harp-strings gleaming,)
"Ruin seize thee, ruthless King !"*

To war's keen sword behold sweet peace succeed,
And Wallia for an instant ceas'd to bleed;
Short was the time the olive branch prevail'd,

LLEWELLYN, stirr'd by DAVID's honest pride, Renew'd the strife of nations! fought and fail'd, And graced the felon block on which he died;

* Gray.

It is but justice to observe, that the tale of Edward's cruelty to the Welch Bards is much disputed. Andrews says, "It has "little authority on its side, except an obscure tradition, and a "hint in the Gwydir MS."