And tho’ some time each dreary pause between,
Dejected pity at their side,
Her soul subduing voice applied:
Still on the couch of innocence they lean,
’Till each strained ball of sight announce the victim’s dead!
Unsteady Buckingham, whose friendship fixed
The crown on Richard, mourns his fallen state;
His cup of death ungrateful Glo’ster mix’d,
And one he cherish’d sells him to his fate.
With eyes upraised, as one inspired