Gaze on yon Arch, and mark the while, Of all that feudal glory shared, How war has reft what time had spared. Oh, for a bard of olden time To yield thee back thy life in rhyme- Of prancing steeds; no more shall War Nor trumpets' clang, nor clashing swords, NE of the most graphic pictures of "Old Kenilworth" which we have met with, occurs in the following passage :-" Where wilde brookes meeting together make a broad poole among the parkes, and so soone as they are kept in with bankes, runne in a chanell, is seated Kenelworth-in times past commonly called Kenelworde, but corruptly Killingworth-and of it taketh name a most ample, beautifull, and strong Castle, encompassed all about with parkes, which neither Kenulph, nor Kenelm, ne yet Kineglise built (as some doe dreame) but Geffrey Clinton, chamberlaine unto Kinge Henrie the First and his sonne with him, as may be shewed by good evidences; when he had founded there before a church for chanons regular. But Henrie, his nephew |