A PINDARIC ODE.

" Give ample room, and verge enough
" The characters of hell to trace.
" Mark the year, and mark the night,
" When Severn shall re-echo with affright
" The shrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs
" that ring,

" Shrieks of an agonizing King!

" She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,

" That tear'ft the bowels of thy mangled mate,

" From thee be born, who o'er thy country
" hangs

" The fcurge of Heav'n. What terrors
" round him wait!

" Amazement in his van, with flight combin'd,

" And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude
" behind.

II. 2.

" Mighty Victor, mighty Lord,

" Low on his funeral couch he lies!

" No