Sonnet Written on the Tomb of Edward the First, in Westminster Abbey
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
Here lies Ambition on his lowly bed —
Here lies the haughty and the humbled head —
Here lies the lot of undistinguished clay —
The tyrant and the terror of his day.
Shades of the Bards, who chant celestial airs —
Shades of the brave, that for your Cambria fell —
Shades of the good — eternity's blest heirs —
How vain Ambition's Crown ye now can tell!
Vain Arvon, Conway's tall insulting towers —
Vain were on Mona's shores the massy walls —
Vain all the politician's wily pow'rs:
For Death, like other men, the despot calls.
Nor these, nor MUNDANE CROWNS , nor arms, could save,
Or guard their proud possessor from the grave.
Here lies Ambition on his lowly bed —
Here lies the haughty and the humbled head —
Here lies the lot of undistinguished clay —
The tyrant and the terror of his day.
Shades of the Bards, who chant celestial airs —
Shades of the brave, that for your Cambria fell —
Shades of the good — eternity's blest heirs —
How vain Ambition's Crown ye now can tell!
Vain Arvon, Conway's tall insulting towers —
Vain were on Mona's shores the massy walls —
Vain all the politician's wily pow'rs:
For Death, like other men, the despot calls.
Nor these, nor MUNDANE CROWNS , nor arms, could save,
Or guard their proud possessor from the grave.
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