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Not sot md hes that rode sublime
Upon the seraph-wings of eestacy,
The seerets of the abyss to spy,
He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:t
The living'throne, the sapphire-blaze,t
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw, but, blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
Behold where I 'mini's less presumptuous car
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
Two coursers of ethereal race,5
With necks in thunder clothedll and long resound-
ing pace.

III. 3.

Hark! hu hands the lyre explore!
Bright-eyed fancy, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe and words that Imrn 1;
But ah! 'tis heard no moress—
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 hb infant eyes would run
Such forms as glitter in the muse's ray
With orient hues, unborrowed of the ran;
Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the good how far—but far above the great.

•MUton.

t tiammamla moenla muiufi.—Lueretius.

J For the spirit of the living ereature was In the wheels. And above the fimament, that was over their heads, was the likeness of e throne, a.• the appearance of a sapphire stone.— This was the appearance of the glory of the Lord.— /.':-• tie; i. 20, 2G, 28.

4 Meant to express the stately mareh and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes.

I Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder t—Joe.

t Words that weep and team that speak.—Cowley.

"We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind than that of Dryden on $L Cecilla'sday; for Cowley, who hod his merit, yet wanted judgment, style, nnd harmony, fur sucha task. Thai of Pope is not worthy of so great

man. Mr. Ma>on, indeed, of late days, has touched the true Jiords, Mid, uith a masterly hand, in some of his chorus**— above all, In the last of Caractacus;

Haik I heard ye not yon fooutep dreadt ic.

"Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to nrm th« eroak and clamour In ruin below, while it pursues u fcgnt ngardjess cftheir noise.

ODE VI.

THE BARD.— PINDARIC.

Advertisement.

The following Ode Is founded on a tradition current in Wales,

that Edward 1 when he completed the conquest of uuu

country, ordered all the bards that fell Into his hands to L*

put to death.

I. I.

"RuiN seize thee, ruthless king!
Confusion on thy banners wait;
Though fanned by conquest's crimson wing,
They mock the air with idle state.s
Helm nor hauberk'st twisted mail,
Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant! shall avail
To save thy seeret soul from nightly fears;
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!"
Such were the sounds that o'er the erested pridcf
Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,
As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sidri
He wound with toilsome mareh his long array.
Stout Glo'sterll stood aghast in speechless trance:
To arms, cried Mortimer?, and couched his quiv-
ering lance.

1.2.

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 bcard, and hoary hairss
Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air,fr)
And with a master's hand and prophet's fire
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. •

'Mocking the air with coloun idly spread .

Shot*!King John.

t The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail thas at close to the bod/, and adapted itnelf to every motion.

I The erested adder's pride.—Dryden's Indian Q.usen.

$ Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract which the Welsh themselves call Craigian-eryrl: it Included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merlo Helhsh.re, as far east as lnc river Conway. R. Hygden, speakmg of the caslk' of Conway, bullt by Km" Edward L says, Ardortum amnis Convoy ad clittnn mentss Erery; itnd Matthew of Westminster, (ad wn, T2S3) Apnd Afterconteay ad pedes mantis ffnoirdon fee fecit erigi castritmfurfa.

I Gilbert de Clare, Burnamed the Red, Karl of Gloucester ai« Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.

1 Edmund de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They bmh were I/.rd Marehers, whoso lands lay on the borders of Wides, and probably aecompanied the kin? in this expedition.

"The image wns taken from a well known picture of Raphael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of E/•kieL There are two oT thaw: paimings, both believed original. one at Florence, the other ut Ports.

ft Shone flke a meieor nreaming to the wt>ul

^jiUan't /Virortw /x»s

'Hark how each giant oak and desert cave

Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath l

O'er thec, oh king! their hundred arms they wave,

Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;

Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day,

To high-born Hoel's harp or soft Llewellyn's lay.

I.3.

"Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
That hushed the stormy main;
Brave Urien sleeps upon his eraggy bed:
Mountains! ye mourn in vain
Modred, whose magic song

Made huge Plinlimmon how his cloud-topped head.
On dreary Arvon'ss shore they lie,
Smeared with gore and ghastly pale;
Par, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail,
The famished eaglet sereams and passes by.
Hear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Deartnsthe light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
Yo 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,
And weave? with bloody hands the tissue of thy
line."

II. I.

> Weave the warp and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Kdward'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
The shrieks of death through Berkley's roofs that

ring,

Shrieks of an agonizing kinglll
She-wolf of Franec,U with unrelenting fangs
That tearest the bowels of thy mangled mate,
From theess be born who o'er thy country hangs
The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him

wait!

* The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the isle of An* „

fleety. ham, and all the older writers) was starved to death,

t Camden and others observe, that eacles used annually to story of hi s assassination by Sir Piersof Exon isof much tarf

Amazement in hit van, with flight combmed.
And sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

II. 9.

'Mighty victor, mighty lord,
Low on his funeral couch he lies*
No pitying heart, no eye, afford
A tear to grace his obsequies!
Is the sable warriort fledI
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,t and soft the zephyr blow,
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm,
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.S

The rich repast prepare;

Reft of a erown, 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,II

Lance to lance and horse to horse?

Long years of havoc urge their destined count,

And through the kindred squadrons mow then

way.

Ye towers of Julius !1? London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
Revere his consort'sss faith, his fatherVrt fame,
And spare the meek usurper's tt holy head.
Mi.iv below, the rose of snow,SJ
Twined with her blushing foe, we spread;
The bristled Boarllll in infant gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.

• Death of that king, abandoned by his chllrlri n nnj era robbed in his last moments by his courtiers a>id tniare-K

t Edward the Black Prince, ikad twme lime before hts hiher.

J Magnificence of Richard IL's reign. See Frois&ird, ar.t other contemporary writers*.

i Richard IL (as we are told by Arehbishop Peroop, and tfci confederate lord", in their manifesto, by Thomas

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I Ruinous civil wars of York and I.ane.tslrT.

1 Henry VI., George Duke of Clarence, Edward V., Richsri Duke of York, &f. believed to be MiURlerM seerrtly in tin Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure b vul^rly attributed to Juhus Ciraar.

'' Margaret of Anjou, a woman of ht-rolr :-'pirii, who wggled hard to save her husband and her erowo.

It Ffenry V.

j; Henry VL very near brin:; canonized. The fine oftsaeasier had no right of inheritance to the eruwn.

§5 The whlle and red Roses, devices of York and Lancvcet

IB The sllver Hoar was the badge of Richard IIJ. 1 was usually known in his own lime by ths rumc of The

!Ntm, irroshen ! bending uer the aecursed loom, Stamp Wi. out vengeance uJep, acd ratify his duom.

III. I.

'Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof; the thread is spun)
Half of thy hearts we conseerate;
(The web is wove; the work is done.')
"Stay, oh stay l 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 uribora ages erowd not on my soul!
No more our long-lost Arthurt we bewail:
All hail, ye genuine kings ;t Britannia's issue,
hail!

III. 2.

s Girt with many a baron bold
Sublime their starry fronts they rear,
And gorgeolls daim's 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,t
Attempered sweet to virgin grace.
What strings symphonious tremble in the air!
What strains of vocal transport round her playl
Hear from the grave, great TaliessinK hear I
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. Pieree war, and faithful \ove,1

'Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proofs she gave of her aflection for her told ta well known. The monuments of his regret and sorrow for the loss of her are snll to be acen at Northampton, Gaddington Waltham, and otner placea

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

J Both Merlin and TUienln had prophesied that the Welsh nhould regain their sovereignty over this Ulan J, which seemed to be aecomplished in the house of Tudor.

5.Speed, relating an audience given by queen Elizabeth to Paul :t/i.i II i! •l, i, ambassador of Poland, says, "And thus she, lion-like rUing, daunted the malapert orator no lees with her stately port and majeslical deporture, than with the tartness of her princelie cheekes."

ITalitssin, the chief of the bards, flourished !n the 6th century, nis works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.

1 Fieree wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song. Spender's Poem to the /bi'ry Queen.

And truth severe, i>, il.i •- iii -' .n dren.

In buskiried measures moves

Pale grief, and pleasing p°tn,

With horrror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

A voicet as of the cherub-choir

Gales from blooming Eden bear,

And distant warblingJ lessen on my car,

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 fin concert with a friend) cf giving a history of English poetry. In the Introduction to it he meant to hare 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 icland, and were our progenitors: the following three imitations made a pan 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 researehes into antiquity.

ODE VII.

THE FATAL SISTERS.

From the Norse tongue.

To be found in the Oreades of Thermodus Torfotut, Ifafnias, l679, folio; and also in Bartholinim. Vitl er orpitfyrir Valfalli, <ft.

PREFACE.

In the eleventh century, Sigurd, Earl of the Orkney islands, went with a fleet of ships, and a .considerable body of troops,* into I reland, to the assistance of Sigtryg with the silken Beard, who was then making war on his father-in-law, Brian, king of Dublin. The carl and all his forees were cut to pieces, and Sigtryg was in danger of a total defeat; but the enemy had a greater lots by the death of Brian, their king, who fell in the action. On Christmas-day (the day of the battle) a native of Caithness, in Scotland, saw, at a distance, a numbes of persons on horseback rising full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into

• Shakspeare. IM hon.

• The suecession of the poets after Milton's Um*

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 Ramlvrr'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 erash, 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 Gcira 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.)

fVote.—The Valkyrlur With female dl vinitlt-j, terrains of Odin(orWodin) in theGothle mythology. Their name signifies choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swift hones, with drawn B words In their hands, and In the throng of bottle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them u Valkalla, Ithe hall of Odin, or paradise of the brave,) where they attended the banquet, and served the deearted heroes with horns of mead and ale.

. How qulck they wheeled, and flying, behind them shot KharI> elecl of arrowy shower.—Mtlt. Par. Btg. The noise of battle hurtled in the air.—Shak. J,t!. Cat.

They whom once the desert beach
Pent within its bleak domain,

Soon their ample sway ghall streteh
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 I

Horror covers all the heath,
Clouds of carnage blot the sun:

Sisters I 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! thon that nearest the tale
Learn the tenor of our song;

Scotland through each winding vale
Far and wide the notes prolong.

Sisters 1 hence with spters of speed;

Each her thundering falehion wield; Each be&tride her sable steed:

Hurry, hurry to the field.

ODE VIII.

THE DESCENT OF ODIN.
From the None tongue.

To be found in Earlholinns. decausit conlcm nendx marti- Hasniae, 16S9, Quarto.

lipreis Odtnn Alltla gautr, ic.

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.

t Nillhelmr, the hell of the Gothic nations, eonMsted of nl» worlds, ui which were devoted all such as died of sickness old age, or by any other means than in battle; over it prmtdsd Ilela the goddess of Deatl,.

And long pursues with fruitless yell

The father of the powerful spell.

Onward still his way he takes,

(The groaning earth beneath him shakes,)

Till full before his fearless eyes

The portals nine of hell arise.

Right against the eastern gate,
By the moss-grown pile he sate, .

Where long of yore to sleep was laid
The dust of the prophetic maid.
Facing to the northern clime,
Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme,
Thrice pronounced, in aceents dread,
The thrilling verse that wakes the dead,
Till from out the hollow ground
Slowly breathed a sullen sound.

Proph. What call unknown, what charms

sumo

To Break the quiet of the tomb?
Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite,
And drags me from the realms of night?
Long on these mouldering bones have beat
The winter's snows, the summer's heat,
The drenching dews and driving rain I
Let me, let me sleep again.
Who is he, with voice unblest,
That calls me from the bed of rest 1

Od&n. A traveller, to thes unknown,
Is he that calls, a warrior's son.
Thou the deeds of light shalt know;
Tell me what is done below,
For whom yon glittering board is spread,
Drest for whom yon golden bed?

Proph. Mantling in the goblet see
The pure beverage of the bee,
O'er it hangs the shield of gold;
'Tis the drink of Balder bold:
Balder's head to death is given;
Pain can reach the sons of Heaven!
Unwilling I my lips unclose:
Leave me, leave me to repose.

Odin. Once again my call obey:
Prophetess arise, and siy,
What dangers Odin's child await,
Who the author of his fate?

Proph. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom;
His brother sends him to the tomb
Now my weary lips 1 close;
Leave me, leave me to repose.

Odin. Prophetess! my spell obey;
Once again arise, and say,
Who the avenger of his guilt
By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt?

Proph. In the caverns of the west,
By Odin's fierce embrace comprest,
A wondrous boy shall Kinda bear,
Who ne'er shall comb his raven hair,
Nor wash his visage in the stream,
Ncr see the son's departing beam,

pro

Till he on Hoders corse shall smile
Flaming on the funeral pile.
Now my weary lips 1 close;
Leave me, leave me to repose.

Odin. Yet a while my call obey:
Prophetess! awake, and say,
What virgins these, in speechless wo,
That bend to earth their solemn brow,
That their flaxen tresses tear,
And snowy veils that float in air?
Tell me whence their sorrows rose,
Then I leave thec to repose.

Proph. Ha! no traveller art thou;
King of men, I know thee now;
Mightiest of a mighty line

Odin. No boding maid of skill divine
Art thou, no prophetess of good,
But mother of the giant-brood!

Proph. Hie thee hence, and boast at home,
That never shall inquirer come
To break my iron-sleep again
Till Lok* has burst his tenfold chain;
Never till substantial night
Has re-assumed her ancient right,
Till wrapped in flames, in ruin hurled,
Sinks the fabric of the world.

ODE IX.

THE TRIUMPH OP OWEN:
A Fragment.

From Mr. Evan's specimen of the Welsh poetry.
London, 1764, Quarto.

ADVERTISEMENT.

OWEN succeeded his father Griffin In the principally at North Wales, A. D. 1120: thts baulo was near forty rein •forwards.

Owen's praise demands my song,
Owen swift and Owen strong,
Fairest flower of Roderick's stem.
Gwyneth'st shield and Britain's gem.
He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Nor on all profusely pours,
Lord of every regal art,
Liberal hand and open heart .

* Lok la the evil being, who continues In chains till the (m'Iff,l of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the mars, the sun, shall disappear, the earth •Ink in the seas, and f,re consume the skies; even Odin him. >!f, and his kindred deities, shall perish. For a farther ex . danalion of this mythology, see Introductton a F Jftstotr* 1ze Dancmart, par Mans. MaUaL 1755, 4to; or rather * ranslation of it published in 1770, and entules .NWtAtrn JnUfuitits, In which some mistakes in the original an ;uJi doualy corrected, t North Wale*

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