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III. 2.

ODE VI. Nor second he* that rode sublime

THE BARD.-PINDARIC. Upon the seraph-wings of ecstacy,

Advertisement. The secrets of the abyss to spy,

The following Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, He passed the flaming bounds of place and time :t that Edward I when he completed the conquest of that The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, 5

country, ordered all the bards that fell into his hands to be Where angels tremble while they gaze,

put to death. He saw, but, blasted with excess of light,

I. 1. Closed his eyes in endless night.

“Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car

Confusion on thy banners wait; Wide o'er the fields of glory bear

Though fanned by conquest's crimson wing, Two coursers of ethereal race, s

They mock the air with idle state.* With necks in thunder clothedll and long resound- Helm nor hauberk'st twisted mail, ing pace.

Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant! shall avail

To save thy secret soul from nightly fears;
III. 3.

From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!" Hark! his hands the lyre explore !

Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pridet Bright-eyed fancy, hovering o'er,

Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay, Scatters from her pictured urn

As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sides Thoughts that breathe and words that burn;'T He wound with toilsome march his long array. But ah! 'tis heard no more**

Stout Glo'sterll stood aghast in speechless trance: Oh, lyre divine! what daring spirit

To arms, cried Mortimer T, and couched his quivWakes thee now? though he inherit

ering lance. Nor the pride nor ample pinion

I. 2.
That the Theban eagle bear,tt
Sailing with supreme dominion

On a rock, whose haughty brow
Through the azure deep of air,

Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Yet oft before his infant eyes would run

Robed in the sable garb of wo, Such forms as glitter in the muse's ray

With haggard eyes the poet stood; With orient hues, unborrowed of the sun; (Loose his beard, and hoary, hair** Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air tt) Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,

And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Beneath the good how far—but far above the great. Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.

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. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Milton.

Shaksp. King John.

† The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets or rings inter1-flammantia mania mundi.-Lucretius.

woven, forming a coat of mail that sat close to the body, and ; For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. adapted itself to every motion. And above the firmament, that was over their heads, was the

1 The crested adder's pride.-Dryden's Indian Queen. likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone.

Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that moun. This was the appearance of the glory of the Lord.—Eze. Lainous tract which the Welsh themselves call Craigian-eryri: kiel, i. 20, 26, 28.

it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merio. $ Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy nethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speak. of Dryden's rhymes.

ing of the castle of Conway, built by King Edward I says, | Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?--Job.

Ardortum amnis Conway ad clirum montis Erery; and 5 Words that weep and tears that speak.–Cowley.

Matthew of Westminster, (ad un, 1283) Apud Aberconway

ad pedes montis Snowdoniæ fecit erigi castrum forte. "We have had in our language no other odes of the su. blime kind than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's day; for Cow.

| Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and ley, who had his merit, yet wanted judgment, style, and har. Herford, son-in-law to King Edward.

f Edmund de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They both mony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so great

Mr. Mason, indeed, of late days, has touched the true were Lord Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, chords, and, with a masterly hand, in some of his chorusses, and probably accompanied the king in this expedition. above all, in the last of Caractacus;

** The image was taken from a well known picture of Ra.

phael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Eze. Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread ? &c.

kiel. There are two of these paintings, both believed original; 11 Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to one at Florence, the other at Paris. ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues 11 Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. lis flight regarulless of their noise.

Milton's Paradise Loss.

a man.

“Hark how each giant oak and desert cave Amazement in his van, with flight combined, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! And sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind. O’er thee, oh king! their hundred arms they wave,

II. 2. Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;

Mighty victor, mighty lord, Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day,

Low on his funeral couch he lies* To high-born Hoel's harp or soft Llewellyn's lay. No pitying heart

, no eye, afford I. 3.

A tear to grace his obsequies! " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,

Is the sable warriort fled ? That hushed the storiny main;

Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, Mountains! ye mourn in vain

Gone to salute the rising morn: Modred, whose magic song

Fair laughs the morn, # and soft the zephyr blows, Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head. While proudly riding o’er the azure realm, On dreary Arvon's* shore they lie,

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Smeared with gore and ghastly pale;

Youth on the prow and pleasure at the helm, Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail,

Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, The famished eaglet screams and passes by. That hushed in grim repose expects his evening Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,

prey. Deart as the light that visits these sad eyes,

II. 3. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,

"Fill high the sparkling bowl, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries

The rich repast prepare ; No more 1 weep. They do not sleep:

Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,

Close by the regal chair I see them sit; they linger yet,

Fell thirst and famine scowl
Avengers of their native land;

A baleful smile upon the baffled guest.
With me in dreadful harmony they join,
And weaves with bloody hands the tissue of thy Lance to lance and horse to horse?

Heard ye the din of battle bray,ll line."

Long years of havoc urge their destined course, II. 1.

And through the kindred squadrons mow theu Weave the warp and weave the woof,

way. The winding-sheet of Edward's race:

Ye towers of Julius!T London's lasting shame, Give ample room and verge enough

With many a foul and midnight murder fed, The characters of hell to trace.

Revere his consort's** faith, his father'stt fame, Mark the year and mark the night

And spare the meek usurper's #1 holy head. When Severn shall re-echo with affright

Above, below, the rose of snow,$$ The shrieks of death through Berkley's roofs that Twined with her blushing foe, we spread; ring,

The bristled Boar IIII in infant gore
Shrieks of an agonizing king !!!

Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
She-wolf of France, T with unrelenting fangs
That tearest the bowels of thy mangled mate,

• Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even From thec** be born who o'er thy country hangs robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and mistrese

Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father. The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him

Magnificence of Richard II.'s reign. See Froissard, and wait!

other contemporary writers.

$ Richard II. (as we are told by Archbishop Scroop, and the • The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the isle of An- confederate lords, in their manifesto, by Thomas of Walsins. glesey.

ham, and all the older writers) was starved to death. The Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually to story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exon is of much later Luild their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from date. thence (as some think) were named by the Welsh, Craigian. I Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the 1 Henry VI., George Duke of Clarence, Edward V., Richard highest point of Snowdon is called The Eagle's Nest. That Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the bird is certainly no stranger to this island as the Scots, and Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgar. the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it ly atưibuted to Julius Cæsar. even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Wil- Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who strugloughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.)

gled hard to save her husband and her crown. As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.--Shaksp. Julius Cæsar.

11 Henry V.

11 Henry VI very near being canonized. The line of Lan. $ See the Norwegian Ode that follows.

caster had no right of inheritance to the crown. I Edward II. cruelly butchered in Berkeley Castle,

$$ The white and red Roses, devices of York and Lancaster. kabel of France, Edward Il.'a adulterous queen

The silver Boar was the badge of Richard III whence he "Triumphs of Edward III in France.

I was usually known in his own time by the name of The Boar

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Now, brothers'! bending o'er the accursed loom, And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom. In buskined measures inove*

Pale grief, and pleasing pain,
III. 1.

With horrror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. 'Edward, lo! to sudden fate

A voicet as of the cherub-choir (Weave we the woof; the thread is spun) Gales from blooming Eden bear, Half of thy heart* we consecrate;

And distant warbling# lessen on my ear, (The web is wove; the work is done.") That lost in long futurity expire. Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn

Fond impious man! think'st thou yon sanguine
Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn. cloud,
In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?
They melt, they vanish from my eyes.

To-morrow he repairs the golden food,
But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height, And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll! Enough for me: with joy I see
Visions of glory! spare my aching sight, The different doom our fates assign.
Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul !

Be thine despair and sceptred care;
No more our long-lost Arthurt we bewail: To triumph and to die are mine."
All hail, ye genuine kings;+ Britannia's issue, He spoke, and, headlong from the mountain's
hail!

height,

Deep in the roaring tide, he plunged to endless IIJ. 2.

night. "Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear, And gorgeous dames and statesmen old

ADVERTISEMENT. In bearded majesty appear;

The Author once had thoughts (in concert with a friend) of In the midst a form divine,

giving a history of English poetry. In the introduction to it Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line,

he meant to have produced some specimens of the style that

reigned in ancient times among the neighbouring nations, or Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, s

those who had subdued the greater part of this island, and Attempered sweet to virgin grace.

were our progenitors: the following three imitations made a What strinys symphonious tremble in the air! part of them. He afterwards dropped his design; especially What strains of vocal transport round her play! after he had heard that it was already in the hands of a person Hear from the grave, great Taliessin !!! hear!

well qualified to do it justice both by his taste and his research.

es into antiquity. They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright rapture calls, and, soaring as she sings,

ODE VII.
Waves in the eye of heaven her many-coloured
wings.

THE FATAL SISTERS.
III. 3.

From the Norse tongue. “The verse adorn again.

To be found in the Orcades of Thermodus Tor. Fierce war, and faithful love, IT

fæus, Hafnice, 1679, folio; and also in Bartho

linus. Vitt er orpit fyrir Valfalli, foc. • Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of

PREFACE. Wales. The heroic proofs she gave of her affection for her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret and sor- In the eleventh century, Sigurd, Earl of the row for the loes of her are still to be seen at Northampton, Orkney islands, went with a fleet of ships, and a Gaddington Waltham, and other places.

! It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that king considerable body of troops, into Ireland, to the Anhur was still alive in Fairyland, and should return again assistance of Sigtryg with the silken Beard, who to reign over Britain.

was then making war on his father-in-law, Brian, Beth Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied that the Welsh king of Dublin. The earl and all his forces were should regair their sovereignty over this island, which seemed

cut to pieces, and Sigtryg was in danger of a toto be accomplished in the house of Tudor.

$ Speed, relating an audience given by queen Elizabeth to tal defeat; but the enemy had a greater loss by Paul Dzialinski, ambassador of Poland, says, “And thus she, the death of Brian, their king, who fell in the aclion-like rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her tion. On Christmas-day (the day of the battle) a katiy port and majestical deporture, than with the carness native of Caithness, in Scotland, saw, at a disof her princelie cheekes."

tance, a number of persons on horseback riding I Taliesin, the chief of the bards, flourished in the 6th century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into high veneration among his countrymen. 5 Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song. Shakspeare.

Milton. Spenser's Poem to the Fairy Queen. The succession of the poets after Milton's time.

it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till, looking They whom once the desert beach through an opening in the rock, he saw twelve gi- Pent within its bleak domain, gantic figures, resembling women: they were all Soon their ample sway shall stretch employed about a loom; and as they wove, they O'er the plenty of the plain. sung the following dreadful song, which, when they

Low the dauntless earl is laid, had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and each taking her portion, galloped six to the

Gored with many a gaping wound:

Fate demands a nobler head; north, and as many to the south.

Soon a king shall bite the ground. Now the storm begins to lower,

Long his loss shall Erin* weep, (Haste, the loom of hell prepare.)

Ne'er again his likeness see ;
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower*

Long her strains in sorrow steep,
Hurtlest in the darkened air.

Strains of immortality!
Glittering lances are the loom

Horror covers all the heath,
Where the dusky warp we strain,

Clouds of carnage blot the sun:
Weaving many a soldier's doom,

Sisters! weave the web of death :
Orkney's wo and Randver's bane.

Sisters! cease, the work is done.
See the grisly texture grow,

Hail the task and hail the hands! ('Tis of human entrails made,)

Songs of joy and triumph sing;
And the weights that play below

Joy to the victorious bands,
Each a gasping warrior's head.

Triumph to the younger king.
Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore,

Mortal! thou that hearest the tale
Shoot the trembling cords along:

Learn the tenor of our song;
Sword, that once a monarch bore,

Scotland through each winding vale
Keep the tissue close and strong,

Far and wide the notes prolong.
Mista, black terrific maid!

Sisters ! hence with spurs of speed;
Sangrida and Hilda see,

Each her thundering falchion wield;
Join the wayward work to aid;

Each bestride her sable steed: 'Tis the woof of victory.

Hurry, hurry to the field. Ere the ruddy sun be set

Pikes must shiver, javelins sing,
Blade with clattering buckler meet,

ODE VIII.
Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.

THE DESCENT OF ODIN.
(Weave the crimson web of war)
Let us go, and let us fly,

From the Norse tongue.
Where our friends the conflict share,
Where they triumph, where they die.

To be found in Bartholinus, decausis contem

nendæ mortis Hasnia, 1689, Quarto. As the paths of fate we tread, Wading through the ensanguined field,

Upreis Odinn Allda gautr, &c.
Gondula and Geira spread

Up rose the king of men with speed,
O'er the youthful king your shield.

And saddled straight his coal-black steed;
We the reins to slaughter give,

Down the yawning steep he rode
Ours to kill and ours to spare :

That leads to Hela'st drear abode.
Spite of danger he shall live:

Him the dog of darkness spied;
(Weave the crimson web of war.) His shaggy throat he opened wide,

While from his jaws, with carnage filled,
Note.-The Valkyriur were semnale divinities, servants of
Odin (or Wodin) in the Gothic mythology. Their name sig.

Foam and human gore distilled :
nifies choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swin Hoarse he brays with hideous din,
horses, with drawn swords in their hands, and in the throng Eyes that glow and fangs that grin,
of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and con-
ducted them to Valkalla, (the hall of Odin, or paradise of the
brave,) where they attended the banquet, and served the de- • Ireland.
parted heroes with horns of mead and ale.

† Niflheimr, the hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine • How quick they wheeled, and flying, behind them shot worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness,

Sharp sleet of arrowy shower.-Milt. Par. Reg. old age, or by any other means than in battle ; over it presided † The noise of battle hurtled in the air.--Shak. Jul. Cæs. Hela the goddess of Death.

me,

And long pursues with fruitless yell

Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile The father of the powerful spell.

Flaming on the funeral pile. Onward still his way he takes,

Now my weary lips I close; (The groaning earth beneath him shakes,) Leave leave me to repose. Till full before his fearless eyes

Odin. Yet a while my call obey: The portals nine of hell arise.

Prophetess! awake, and say, Right against the eastern gate,

What virgins these, in speechless wg By the moss-grown pile he sate,

That bend to earth their solemn brow, Where long of yore to sleep was laid

That their flaxen tresses tear, The dust of the prophetic maid.

And snowy veils that float in air? Facing to the northern clime,

Tell me whence their sorrows rose, Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme,

Then I leave thee to repose. Thrice pronounced, in accents dread,

Proph. Ha! no traveller art thou; The thrilling verse that wakes the dead, King of men, I know thee now; Till from out the hollow ground

Mightiest of a mighty lineSlowly breathed a sullen sound.

Odin. No boding maid of skill divine Proph. What call unknown, what charms pre-Art thou, no prophetess of good, sume

But mother of the giant-brood ! To break the quiet of the tomb ?

Proph. Hie thee hence, and boast at home, Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite,

That never shall inquirer come
And drags me from the realms of night? To break my iron-sleep again
Long on these mouldering bones have beat Till Lok* has burst his tenfold chain;
The winter's snows, the summer's heat, Never till substantial night
The drenching dews and driving rain !

Has re-assumed her ancient right,
Let me, let me sleep again.

Till wrapped in flames, in ruin hurled, Who is he, with voice unblest,

Sinks the fabric of the world. That calls me from the bed of rest?

Odin. A traveller, to thee unknown,
Is he that calls, a warrior's son.

ODE IX.
Thou the deeds of light shalt know;
Tell me what is done below,

THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN:
For whom yon glittering board is spread,
Drest for whom yon golden bed?

A Fragment.
Proph. Mantling in the goblet see

From Mr. Evan's specimen of the Welsh poetry. The pure beverage of the bee,

London, 1764, Quarto. O'er it hangs the shield of gold; 'Tis the drink of Balder bold:

ADVERTISEMENT. Balder's head to death is given;

OWEN succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of Pain can reach the sons of Heaven!

North Wales, A. D. 1120: this battle was near forty years Unwilling I my lips unclose :

afterwards. Leave me, leave me to repose.

Owen's praise demands my song, Odin. Once again my call obey :

Owen swift and Owen strong, Prophetess arise, and siy,

Fairest flower of Roderick's stem, What dangers Odin's child await,

Gwyneth’st shield and Britain's gem.
Who the author of his fate?

He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Proph. In Hodder's hand the hero's doom; Nor on all profusely pours,
His brother sends him to the tomb.

Lord of every regal art,
Now my weary lips I close;

Liberal hand and

open

heart. Leave me, leave me to repose.

Odin. Prophetess! my spell obey;
Once again arise,

and
say,

'Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till the tri. Who the avenger of his guilt

light of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds;

the human race, the stars, the sun, shall disappear, the earth By whom shall Hoder’s blood be spilt ?

sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies; even Odin him. Proph. In the caverns of the west,

sell, and his kindred deities, shall perish. For a farther ex. By Odin's fierce embrace comprest,

planation of this mythology, see Introduction a ? Histoire A wondrous boy shall Kinda bear,

de Danemare, par Mons. Mallat. 1755, 410; or rather a Who ne'er shall comb his raven hair,

translation of it published in 1770, and entitled Northern an.

tiquities, in which some mistakes in the original are judi. Nor wash his visage in the stream,

ciously corrected. Nor see the sun's departing beam,

North Wales,

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