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I. 2.

Oh sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting shell! the sullen cares

And frantic passions hear thy soft control.
On Thracia's hills the lord of war
Has curbed the fury of his car,

II. 2.

In climes beyond the solar road,t
Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam,
The muse has broke the twilight-gloom
To cheer the shivering native's dull abode:
And oft beneath the odorous shade
Of Chili's boundless forests laid,

And dropped his thirsty lance at thy command: She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat,

Perching on the sceptred handt

Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king
With ruffled plumes and flagging wing;
Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie

The terror of his beak and lightning of his eye.

I. 3.

Theet the voice, the dance obey,

Tempered to thy warbled lay:
O'er Idalia's velvet green

The rosy-crowned loves are seen,
On Cytherea's day,

With antic sports and blue-eyed pleasures
Frisking light in frolic measures:
Now pursuing, now retreating,
Now in circling troops they meet;
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Slow-melting strains their queen's approach declare;
Where'er she turns the graces homage pay:
With arms sublime, that float upon the air,
In gliding state she wins her easy way;
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.

II. 1.

Man's feeble race what ills await !§
Labour and penury, the rack of pain,
Disease, and sorrow's weeping train,

And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate!
The fond complaint, my song! disprove,
And justify the laws of Jove.

Say, has he given in vain the heavenly muse?
Night and all her sickly dews,

Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,
He gives to range the dreary sky,
Till down the eastern cliffs afar!!
Hyperion's march they spy and glittering shafts of

war.

• Power of harmony to calm the turbulent passions of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar.

↑ This is a weak imitation of some beautiful lines in the same ode.

Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body.

To compensate the real or imaginary ills of life, the muse was given to mankind by the same Providence that sends the day by its cheerful presence to dispel the gloom and terrors of the night.

I or seen the morning's well-appointed star,
Come marching up the eastern hills far.—Cowley.

In loose numbers, wildly sweet,

Their feather-cinctured chiefs and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves,

Glory pursue, and generous shame,

The unconquerable mind and freedom's holy flame.

II. 3.

Woods that wave o'er Delphi's steep,
Isles that crown the Ægean deep,

Fields that cool Ilissus laves,

Or where Mæander's amber waves
In lingering labyrinths creep,

How do your tuneful echoes languish,
Mute but to the voice of anguish?
Where each old poetic mountain
Inspiration breathed around,

Every shade and hallowed fountain
Murmured deep a solemn sound,

Till the sad nine, in Greece's evil hour,
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains:
Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant power
And coward vice, that revels in her chains,
When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,
They sought, oh, Albion! next thy sea-encircled

coast.

III. 1.

Far from the sun and summer gale,

In thy green lap was nature's darling§ laid,
What time, where lucid Avon strayed
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Her awful face; the dauntless child
Stretched forth his little arms, and smiled.
This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear
Richly paint the vernal year;

Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
This can unlock the gates of joy;
Of horror that, and thrilling fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest an most uncivilized nations; its connexion with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it. (See the Erse, Norweg", and Welsh Fragments, the Lapland and American Songs, &c, Extra anni solisque vias.- Virgil.

Tutta lontana dal camin del sole.-Petrurch, Cant. 2 Progress of poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surrey and Sir Thoma Wyatt had travelled in Italy, and formed their taste there: Spencer imitated the Italian writers, Milton improved on them.. but this school expired soon after the restoration, and a new one arose on the French model, which has subsisted ever sincs § Shakspeare.

III. 2.

Nor second he* that rode sublime
Upon the seraph-wings of ecstacy,
The secrets of the abyss to spy,

He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:+
The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,‡
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw, but, blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.

Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear

Two coursers of ethereal race,§

ODE VI.

THE BARD.-PINDARIC.

Advertisement.

The following Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward I. when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.

I. 1.

"RUIN seize thee, ruthless king!
Confusion on thy banners wait;
Though fanned by conquest's crimson wing,
They mock the air with idle state.*

With necks in thunder clothed and long resound- Helm nor hauberk'st twisted mail,

ing pace.

III. 3.

Hark! his hands the lyre explore!
Bright-eyed fancy, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn;¶
But ah! 'tis heard no more**—
Oh, lyre divine! what daring spirit
Wakes thee now? though he inherit
Nor the pride nor ample pinion
That the Theban eagle bear,tt
Sailing with supreme dominion
Through the azure deep of air,

Yet oft before his infant eyes would run
Such forms as glitter in the muse's ray
With orient hues, unborrowed of the sun;
Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,

Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant! shall avail
To save thy secret soul from nightly fears;
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!"
Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pridet
Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,
As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sides
He wound with toilsome march his long array.
Stout Glo'steril stood aghast in speechless trance:
To arms, cried Mortimer T, and couched his quiv-
ering lance.

I. 2.

On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,
Robed in the sable garb of wo,
With haggard eyes the poet stood;
(Loose his beard, and hoary hair**

Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air,++)
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.

• Milton.

flammantia monia mundi.-Lucretius.

For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. And above the firrnament, that was over their heads, was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone.-This was the appearance of the glory of the Lord.-Eze kiel, i. 20, 26, 28.

⚫ Mocking the air with colours idly spread.

Shaksp. King John. ↑ The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion.

The crested adder's pride.-Dryden's Indian Queen. § Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract which the Welsh themselves call Craigian-eryri: 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 rhyrnes.

I Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder 1-Job.
Words that weep and tears that speak.-Cowley.

We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's day; for Cowley, who had his merit, yet wanted judgment, style, and har. mony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so great man. Mr. Mason, indeed, of late days, has touched the true hords, and, with a masterly hand, in some of his chorusses above all, in the last of Caractacus;

Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread? &c. Mindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues flight regardless of their noise.

ing of the castle of Conway, built by King Edward L says,
Ardortum amnis Contray ad clirum montis Erery; and
Matthew of Westminster, (ad un, 1283) Apud Aberconway
ad pedes montis Snowdoniæ fecit erigi castrum forte.
I Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and

Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.

Edmund de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They bach were Lord Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the king in this expedition.

The image was taken from a well known picture of Ra. phael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Eze kiel. There are two of these paintings, both believed original one at Florence, the other at Paris.

11 Shone Ake a meteor streaming to the wind.

Milton's Paradise Lost

'Hark how each giant oak and desert cave
Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!
O'er thee, oh king! their hundred arms they wave,
Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;
Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day,

Amazement in his van, with flight combined,
And sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
II. 2.
'Mighty victor, mighty lord,
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.

"Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,

That hushed the stormy main;

Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:

Mountains! ye mourn in vain

Modred, whose magic song

A tear to grace his obsequies!

Is the sable warriort fled?

Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead.
The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born,
Gone to salute the rising morn:

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,

Smeared with gore and ghastly pale;
Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail,
The famished eaglet screams and passes by.
Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Deart as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
Ye died amidst your dying country's cries-
No more I weep. They do not sleep:
On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,

I see them sit; they linger yet,

Avengers of their native land;

With me in dreadful harmony they join,

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,

Youth on the prow and pleasure at the helm,
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That hushed in grim repose expects his evening

prey.

II. 3.

'Fill high the sparkling bowl,§
The rich repast prepare ;

Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast.
Close by the regal chair

Fell thirst and famine scowl

A baleful smile upon the baffled guest.
Heard ye the din of battle bray,!!

And weaves with bloody hands the tissue of thy Lance to lance and horse to horse?

line."

II. 1.

'Weave the warp and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race:
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of hell to trace.

Mark the year and mark the night

When Severn shall re-echo with affright

Long years of havoc urge their destined course,
And through the kindred squadrons mow then

way.

Ye towers of Julius! London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
Revere his consort's** faith, his father'stt fame,
And spare the meek usurper's‡‡ holy head.
Above, below, the rose of snow,§§

The shrieks of death through Berkley's roofs that Twined with her blushing foe, we spread;

ring,

Shrieks of an agonizing king!

She-wolf of France,¶ with unrelenting fangs
That tearest the bowels of thy mangled mate,
From thee** be born who o'er thy country hangs
The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him
wait!

The bristled Boar in infant gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.

⚫ Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even

robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and mistress,

↑ Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father. Magnificence of Richard II.'s reign. See Froissard, and 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 Walsing glesey.

↑ Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually to Build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from merce (as some think) were named by the Welsh, Craigian eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called The Eagle's Nest. That rd is certainly no stranger to this island as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. [See Wil ughby's Ornithol, published by Ray.]

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.-Shaksp. Julius Cæsar.
See the Norwegian Ode that follows.
Edward II. cruelly butchered in Berkeley Castle.
Isabel of France, Edward II.'s adulterous queen.
Triumphs of Edward III in France.

ham, and all the older writers) was starved to death. The story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exon is of much later date.

1 Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.

↑ Henry VI., George Duke of Clarence, Edward V., Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar.

Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who strug gled hard to save her husband and her crown. ¦ Henry V.

Henry VI. very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown.

§§ The white and red Roses, devices of York and Lancaster The silver Boar was the badge of Richard III. whence be was usually known in his own time by the name of The Bour

Now, brothers! bending o'er the accursed icom, Stamp we ou vengeance sep, and ratify his doom. 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 unblessed, unpitied, 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 glittering skirts unroll!
Visions of glory! spare my aching sight,
Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul!
No more our long-lost Arthurt we bewail:

All hail, ye genuine kings; Britannia's issue,

hail!

III. 2.

“Girt with many a baron bold
Sublime their starry fronts they rear,
And gorgeous dames and statesmen old
In bearded majesty appear;
In the midst a form divine,

Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line,
Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,§
Attempered sweet to virgin grace.

What strings symphonious tremble in the air!
What strains of vocal transport round her play!
Hear from the grave, great Taliessin! hear!
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
Bright rapture calls, and, soaring as she sings,
Waves in the eye of heaven her many-coloured
wings.

III. 3.

"The verse adorn again. Fierce war, and faithful love,¶

⚫Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proofs she gave of her affection for her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret and sor

row for the loss of her are still to be seen at Northampton, Gadlington Waltham, and other places.

It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that king Arthur was still alive in Fairyland, and should return again to reign over Britain.

Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied that the Welsh should regair, their sovereignty over this island, which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor.

And tru severe, by faisy fiction dresɩ.
In buskied measures nove*

Pale grief, and pleasing pain,

With horrror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
A voicet as of the cherub-choir
Gales from blooming Eden bear,

And distant warbling‡ lessen on my ear,
That lost in long futurity expire.

Fond impious man! think'st thou yon sanguine cloud,

Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?
To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
Enough for me: with joy I see

The different doom our fates assign.
Be thine despair and sceptred care;
To triumph and to die are mine."

He spoke, and, headlong from the mountain' height,

Deep in the roaring tide, he plunged to endle night.

ADVERTISEMENT.

The Author once had thoughts (in concert with a friend) of giving a history of English poetry. In the introduction to it he meant to have produced some specimens of the style that reigned in ancient times among the neighbouring nations, or those who had subdued the greater part of this island, and were our progenitors: the following three imitations made a part of them. He afterwards dropped his design; especially after he had heard that it was already in the hands of a person well qualified to do it justice both by his taste and his researches into antiquity.

ODE VII.

THE FATAL SISTERS.

From the Norse tongue.

To be found in the Orcades of Thermodus Torfæus, Hafnia, 1679, folio; and also in Bartholinus. Vitt er orpit fyrir Valfalli, &-c.

PREFACE.

IN the eleventh century, Sigurd, Earl of the Orkney islands, went with a fleet of ships, and a considerable body of troops, into Ireland, to the assistance of Sigtryg with the silken Beard, who was then making war on his father-in-law, Brian, king of Dublin. The earl and all his forces were cut to pieces, and Sigtryg was in danger of a total defeat; but the enemy had a greater loss by the death of Brian, their king, who fell in the ac

Speed, relating an audience given by queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzialinski, ambassador of Poland, says, "And thus she, lion-like rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her tion. On Christmas-day (the day of the battle) a stately port and majestical deporture, than with the tartness of her princelie cheekes."

Taliessin, the chief of the bards, flourished in the 6th cen tury. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.

Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.
Spenser's Poem to the Fairy Queen.

native of Caithness, in Scotland. saw, at a distance, a number of persons on horseback riding full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into

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it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till, looking| through an opening in the rock, he saw twelve gigantic figures, resembling women: they were all employed about a loom; and as they wove, they sung the following dreadful song, which, when they had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and each taking her portion, galloped six to the north, and as many to the south.

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of hell prepare,)
"Iron-sleet of arrowy shower

Hurtlest in the darkened air.
Glittering lances are the loom
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's wo and Randver's bane.

See the grisly texture grow,

('Tis of human entrails made,) And the weights that play below Each a gasping warrior's head.

Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore,

Shoot the trembling cords along:
Sword, that once a monarch bore,
Keep the tissue close and strong,
Mista, black terrific maid!
Sangrida and Hilda
see,
Join the wayward work to aid;

"Tis the woof of victory.

Ere the ruddy sun be set

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

Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.

(Weave the crimson web of war)
Let us go, and let us fly,
Where our friends the conflict share,
Where they triumph, where they die.
As the paths of fate we tread,

Wading through the ensanguined field,
Gondula and Geira spread

O'er the youthful king your shield.

We the reins to slaughter give,

Ours to kill and ours to spare:
Spite of danger he shall live:

(Weave the crimson web of war.)

Note. The Valkyriur were female divinities, servants of Odin (or Wodin) in the Gothic mythology. Their name sig. nifies choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords in their hands, and in the throng of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to Valkalla, (the hall of Odin, or paradise of the brave,) where they attended the banquet, and served the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale.

• How quick they wheeled, and flying, behind them shot Sharp sleet of arrowy shower.-Milt. Par. Reg. The noise of battle hurtled in the air.-Shak. Jul. Cas.

They whom once the desert beach

Pent within its bleak domain, Soon their ample sway shall stretch O'er the plenty of the plain.

Low the dauntless earl is laid,

Gored with many a gaping wound
Fate demands a nobler head;
Soon a king shall bite the ground.

Long his loss shall Erin* weep,
Ne'er again his likeness see;
Long her strains in sorrow steep,
Strains of immortality!

Horror covers all the heath,

Clouds of carnage blot the sun: Sisters! weave the web of death:

Sisters! cease, the work is done. Hail the task and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph sing; Joy to the victorious bands,

Triumph to the younger king. Mortal! thou that hearest the tale Learn the tenor of our song; Scotland through each winding vale Far and wide the notes prolong. Sisters! hence with spurs of speed;

Each her thundering falchion wield; Each bestride her sable steed: Hurry, hurry to the field.

ODE VIII.

THE DESCENT OF ODIN.

From the Norse tongue.

To be found in Bartholinus, decausis contem nendæ mortis Hasniæ, 1689, Quarto.

Upreis Odinn Allda gautr, &c.

UP rose the king of men with speed,

And saddled straight his coal-black steed;
Down the yawning steep he rode
That leads to Hela'st drear abode.
Him the dog of darkness spied;
His shaggy throat he opened wide,
While from his jaws, with carnage filled,
Foam and human gore distilled:
Hoarse he brays with hideous din,
Eyes that glow and fangs that grin,

⚫ Ireland.

Niflheimr, the hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as lied of sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle; over it presided Hela the goddess of Death.

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