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Inscribed in black ink upper right: "9"; in graphite center: "+"; on verso in black ink upper left: "10"; in graphite center: "X"

Lettered on inlaid page: "A PINDARIC ODE. 101 | 'Fell thirst and famine scowl | 'A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. | 'Heard ye the din of battle bray, | 'Lance to lance, and horse to horse? | 'Long years of havoc urge their destin'd course, | 'And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their | 'way. | 'Ye tow'rs of Julius, London's lasting shame, | 'With many a foul and midnight murder fed, | 'Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, | 'And spare the meek usurper's holy head. | 'Above, below, the rose of snow, | 'Twin'd with her blushing foe we spread! | 'The bristled boar in infant gore | 'Wallows beneath the thorny shade. | 'Now, Brothers, bending o'er th' accursed | 'loom | 'Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify | 'his doom. | III."; Lettered on verso, on inlaid page: "102 THE BARD. | III. 1. | 'Edward, lo! to sudden fate | '(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun,) | 'Half of thy heart we consecrate. | '(The web is wove. The work is done.)' | 'Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn, | 'Leave me unbless'd, unpity'd, here to mourn: | 'In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, | 'They melt, they vanish from my eyes. | 'But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's | 'height | 'Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll? | 'Visions of glory! spare my aching sight, | 'Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! | 'No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail. | 'All-hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia's issue, | 'hail! | III."