THE CASTLE, HASTYNGS. 

 

 Old Ragnor's Cliffs. 

 Like some horrific Gorgon's mammoth skull, Thrown up by Titan spade, From out those caves Where saurians with mastodons had played, Before the sea had made their homes their graves, And scared their ghosts with screech of sea-born mew and gull, 

Like some horrific Gorgon's mammoth skull,

Thrown up by Titan spade,

From out those caves

Where saurians with mastodons had played,

Before the sea had made their homes their graves,

 Is Ragnor's beetling brow, the seaman's dread, That scowls by night and day On that same sea And with earth-shaking sound is heard to say,— Which sound the waves roll back with mocking glee— "What! Not enough of life ye must e'en have the dead?" 

Is Ragnor's beetling brow, the seaman's dread,

That scowls by night and day

On that same sea

And with earth-shaking sound is heard to say,—

Which sound the waves roll back with mocking glee—

 The ragged remnants of an ancient crown Adorn his kingly head: 'Tis Hastyngs' Tower. Here dwelt a maiden fair, so fair, 'tis said, That suitors rich and princely sought her bower, To sue in vain: whereat her father's haughty brow would frown. 

The ragged remnants of an ancient crown

Adorn his kingly head:

'Tis Hastyngs' Tower.

Here dwelt a maiden fair, so fair, 'tis said,

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