For high born Shakspeare’s harp, or softer Otway’s lay.”
Stopp’d is the Bank Clerk’s prattling tongue.
That rous’d the stormy scene,
Brave Cowlam sleeps upon a craggy bed,
O.P.’s ye mourn in vain;
Clifford, whose lawless bold harangue
Made lofty Graham bow his crested head;
In dreary Rufus’ Hall[53] they lie,
Struck with dismay, and ghastly pale,
Far, far aloof, the promis’d witness fail,