POEMS.

THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF ENGLAND,

From the battle of Hastings or the Norman Conquest, to the present reign,
inclusive.

First, William the Norman lays claim to the crown
And retains it till death; then follows his son
The red headed William, whose life is cut short
By a shot from his friend, when hunting for sport. 
Then Henry his brother takes quiet possession,
As Henry the first, of the great English nation. 
Next Stephen, a kinsman gets the crown by his might,
But no one pretends to say he had a right. 
Then comes Hal the second, who cuts a great figure
With Becket, fair Rosamond and Queen Eliner. 
The Lion-hearted Richard, first of that name,
Succeeded his father in power and in fame;
He joined the Crusade to a far distant land
But his life was cut short by a murderous hand. 
Next comes the cruel and cowardly John,
From whose hand, reluctant, Magna Charta was won. 
Then his son Henry third, deny it who can? 
Though unfit for a King, was yet a good man,
And his reign though a long one of fifty-six years
Was full of perplexities, sorrows, and fears. 
His son Edward first next governs the nation,
Much respected and feared, in holding that station. 
The Principality of Wales was annexed in his reign,
And his son Edward second, first Prince of that name. 
But what shall I say of King Edward the third,
The most remarkable reign, that yet had occurred;
Fire arms in the war, were first used in his reign,
And the battle of Cressy of great note and fame,
To their introduction has the right to lay claim. 
The knights of the Garter, first made in his reign
In honor it seems of a fair English dame,
The Duchess of Salisbury to whom it is said,
From Edward peculiar attentions were paid. 
Of Richard the second we have little to say,
And take up the fourth Henry, the next on our way,
Who reigned fourteen years, when death cut him down
And left his good Kingdom to Henry his son;
But ere nine years had past, the fifth Henry was borne
To the region of darkness from whence none return. 
The next reign is full of commotion and strife,
And Henry the sixth is seen flying for life;
For though King of England, we cannot but see
He’s but the shadow of a king—­that should be;
And during the thirty-nine years that he reigned
His crown and his sceptre were feebly retained. 
It was in this reign on her mission intent,
That Joan of Arc to the battle field went: 
The French troops were elated, the English dismayed
At the wonderful victories achieved by her aid;
At length fortune turns, and ’tis needless to tell
Of the fate of this maiden—­it is all known