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The bristled boar in infant-gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
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Edward, lo! to sudden fate
Half of thy heart we consecrate.
Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
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Ver. 93. The bristled boar in infant-gore] The silver boar was the badge of Richard the Third ; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of the Boar.
Ver. 99. Half of thy heart we consecrate] Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of her affection for her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret and sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Gaddington, Waltham, and other places.
Ver. 109. No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail] It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was
“Girt with many a baron bold
And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old
What strains of vocal transport round her play!
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
still alive in Fairyland, and would return again to reign ove Britaip.
Ver. 110. All hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia's issue, hai Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Wels should regain their sovereignty over this island; whic seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor.
Ver. 107. Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face] Spee relating an audience given by Queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzi linski, ambassador of Poland, says, " And thus she, lion-lil rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her state port and majestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of hi princelie checkes."
Ver. 121. Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear] T liessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth centur His works are still preserved, and his memory held in hiç veneration among his countrymen.
“ The verse adorn again.
“ Fierce war, and faithful love,
In buskin'd measures move
A voice, as of the cherub-choir,
That lost in long futurity expire.
Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day?
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: with joy I see
The different doom our fates assign.
To triumph, and to die, are mine."
Ma Se NG Le Nc Da
Ver. 128. In buskin'd measures move.] SHAKSPEARE.
Ver. 133. And distant warblings lessen on my ear] The succession of poets after Milton's time.
Performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769
at the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancelloi of the University
· Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground)
Comus, and his midnight-crew,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine,
The few, whom genius gave to shine
Rapt in celestial transport they;
They send of tender sympathy
First the genuine ardour stole.
“ Ye brown o'erarching groves,
That contemplation loves,
Oft at the blush of dawn
I trod your level lawn,
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth
With solemn steps and slow,