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What time their hymn of victory arose,

And Cattraeth's glens with voice of triumph rung, I. Lites there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire And mystic Merlin harp'd, and gray-hair'd Llywarch

sung! May rise distinguish'd o'er the din of war; Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre,

V. Who sung beleaguer'd Ilion's evil star?*

0! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar,

As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say, Wafting its descant wide o'er Ocean's range;

When sweeping wild and sinking soft again,
Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar,

Like trumpet-jubilee, or harp's wild sway;
That clangs to Britain victory, to Portugal re- Who pious gather'd each tradition gray,
All as it swellid 'twixt each loud trumpet-change, If ye can echo such triumphant lay,

Then lend the note to him has loved you long! venge!

That floats your solitary wastes along,

And with affection vain gave them new voice in song. Yes ! such a strain, with all o'er-pouring measure,

Might melodize with each tumultuous sound,
Each voice of fear or triumph, wo or pleasure,

For not till now, how oft soe'er the task
Thai rings Mondego's ravaged shores around;

of truant verse hath lighten'd graver care, The thund'ring cry of hosts with conquest crown'd, From Muse or Sylvan was he wont to ask, The female shriek, the ruin'd peasant's moan,

In phrase poetic, inspiration fair ;. The shout of captives from their chains unbound,

Careless he gave his numbers to the air, The foil'd oppressor's deep and sullen gșoan,

They came unsought for, if applauses came; A Nation's choral hymn for tyranny o'erthrown.

Nor for himself prefers he now the prayer;

Let but his verse befit a hero's fame,

Immortal be the verse!--forgot the poet's name. But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day,

VII. Skill'd but to imitate an elder page,

Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer tost :** Timid and raptureless, can we repays

"Minstrel! the fame of whose romantic lyre The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age ?

Capricious-swelling now, may soon be lost,
Thou givest our lyres a theme, that might engage
Those that could send thy name o'er sea and land, If to such task presuinptuous thou aspire,

Like the light flickering of a collage fire,
While sea and land shall last; for Homer's rage Seek not from us the meed to warrior due:
A theme ; a there for Milton's mighty hand-

Age after age has gather'd son to sire, How much unmeet for us, a faint degenerate band !!!

Since our gray chitis the din of conflict knew, IV.

Or, pealing through our vales, victorious bugles Ye mountains stern! within whose rugged breast

blew. The friends of Scottish freedom found repose;

VIII. Ye torrents! whose hoarse sounds have soothed "Decay'd our old traditionary lore, their rest,

Save where the lingering faye renew their ring, Returning from the field of vanquish'd foes; By milk-maid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar, Say have ye lost each wild majestic close,

Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted That erst the choir of Bards or Druids Alung;

spring;tt • (M8.-" Who sung the changes of the Phrygian jar."') celebrated bard and monarch, was Prince of Argood, in Cumber: (M3-"Claiming thine ear 'l wixt each loud trumpet-change.") land; and his youthful exploits were performed upon the Border. 11" The too monotonous close of the stanza is sometimes di although in his age he was driven into Powys by the successes of versified by the adoption of the fourteen foot verse,-a license in the Anglo-Saxons. As for Merlin Wyllt, or the Savage, his name Dretry, which, since Dryden, har (we believe) boen altogether of Caledonia, and his retreat into the Caledonian wood, appro. abandoned, but which is neverthele:s very deserving of revival, so priate him to Scotland. Fordun dedicates the thirty-first chapter long as it is only rarely and jusliciously used. The very first stanza of the third book of his Scoto-Chronicon, to a iarration of the in this poem affords an instance of it-and, introduced thus in the death of this celebrated bard and prophet er melzier, a vilvery front of the battle, we cannot help considering it as a fault, lage upon Tweed, which is supposed to Gerived its name experially clogged as it is with the association of a defective rhyme (quasi Tumulus Merlini) from the event. Le particular spot change-serenge."--Cruical Reviero, Aug. 1811 )

in which he is buried is suill shown, and apps ng from the foWow$(MS.--" Inform'd for rapture, how shall we repay.") ing quotation, to have partaken of his prophetic qualities :(MS.-" Thou givest our verse a theme that might engage "There is one thing remarkable here, which is that the burn call

Lyres that could richly yield thee back its due ; ed Pausayl runs by the east side of this chirchyard into tho
A theme, might kindle Homer's mighty rage ;

Tweed ; at the side of which burn, a little below the churchyard,
A theme, more grand than Maro ever knew the famous prophet Merlin is said to be buried. The particular

How much unmeet for is, degenerate, frail, and few !"I place of his grave, at the root of a thorn tree, was shown me, This locality may startle those readers who do not recollect, many years ago, by the old and reverend minister of the place, that much of the ancient portry preserved in Wales refers less Mr. Richard Brown; and here was the old prophecy fulfilled, to the history of the principality to which that name is now limit. delivered in Scots rhymne, to this purpose :ed, than to events which happened in the north-west of England, 'When Tweed and Pausayl meet at Merlin's grave, and south west of Scotland, where the Britong for a long time Scotland and England shall one Monarch have.' made a stand against the Saxons. The battle of Cattraeth. For, the same day that our King James the Sixth was crowned lamented by the celebrated Aneurin, is supposed by the learned King of England, the river Tweed, by an extraordinary flood, so Dr. Leyden to have been fought on the skirts of Eitick Forest. far overflowed its banks, that it met and joined with the Pausay! It is known to the English reader by the paraphrase of Gray, be at the said grave, which was never before observed to fall out." Çinging.

--PENNYCUICK'S Description of Tweeddale. Edin 1715, iv. * Had I but the torrent's might, With headlong rage and wild a ffright," &c.

** (MS. -"Hark, from gray Needpath's mist, the Brothers' But it is not so generally known that the champions, mourned in this beautiful dirge, were the British inhabitants of Edinburgh,

Hark, from the Brothers' cairn the answer tost.") who were cut off by the Saxons of Deiria, or Northumberland, ++ A belief in the existence and nocturnal revels of the fairies about the latter part of the sixth century. -TURNER'S History of still lingers among the vulgur in S Thirkshire. A copious fountain Die Anglo-Satons, edition 1799, vol. I. p. 222.-Llywarch, the I upon the ridge of Minchimoor, called the Cheesuwell, is supposed

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Save where their legends gray-hair'd shepherds sing, Their mingled shadows intercept the sight

That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, Of the broad burial-ground outstretch'd below, Of feuds obscure, and Border ravaging,

And naught disturbs the silence of the night; And rugged deeds recount in rugged line,

All sleeps in sullen shade, or silver glow, Of moonlight foray made on 'Teviot, Tweed, or Tyne. All save the heavy swell of Teio's ceaseless flow.ll IX.

II. "No! search romantic lands, where the near Sun All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide, Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame,

Or, distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp; Where the rude villager, his labour done,

Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen In verse spontaneous* chants some favour'd name,

ride, Whether Olalia's charnis his tribute claim,

To guard the limits of King Roderick’s camp. Her eye of diamond, and her locks of jet;

For, ihrough the river's night-fog rolling damp, Or whether, kindling at the deeds of Græme, t

Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen, I He sing to wild Morisco measure set,

Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair Old Albin's red claymore, green Erin's bayonet !

Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen,

And standards proudly pitch'd and warders arm'd "Explore those regions, where the flinty crest

between. Of wild Nevada ever gleams with snows,

III. Where in the proud Alhambra's ruin'd breast

But of their Monarch's person keeping ward, Barbaric monuments of pomp repose;

Since last the deep-mouth'd bell of vespers Or where the banners of more ruthless foes

tellid, Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, The chosen soldiers of the royal guard From whose tall towers even now the patriot throws The post beneath the proud Cathedral hold: An anxious glance to spy upon the plain

A band unlike their Gothic sires of old, 'The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain.

Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace,

Bear slender darts,** and casques bedeck'd with XI.

gold, "There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark

While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Sul lightens in the sun-burnt native's eye; Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's The stately port, slow siep, and visage dark, Still mark enduring pride and constancy.

And, if the glow of feudal chivalry
Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride,

In the light language of an idle court,
Iberia! oft thy crestless peasantry

They murmur'd at their master's long delay,

And held his lengthen's orisons in sport :Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side,

" What! will Don Roderick here till morning Have seen, yet dauntless stood --'gainst fortune fought and died.


To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? XII.

And are his hours in such dull penance past, "And cherish'd still by that unchanging race,

For fair Florinda's plunder'd charms to pay ?"## Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine; and wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth

Then to the east their weary eyes they cast, Or strange tradition many a mystic trace, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign;.

at last. Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine

V. With Gothic imagery of darker shade,

But, far within, Toledo's Prelate lent Forming a model mcet for minstrel line.

An ear of fearful wonder to the King; Go, seek such theme !"- The Mountain Spirit The silver lamp a fitful lustre sent, said:

So long that sad confession witnessing: With filial awe I heard- I heard, and I obey'd.$ For Roderick told of many a hidden thing,

Such as are loathly utter'd to the air,
When Fear, Remorse, and Shame, the bosom


And Guilt' his secret burden cannot bear, REARING their crests amid the cloudless skies, And Conscience seeks in speech a respite from DeAnd darkly clustering in the pale moonlighi,

spair. Toledo's holy towers and spires arise,

TIMS.--" For stretch'd beside the river's margin damp. As from a trembling lake of silver white.

Their proud pavilious hide i be meadow green.")

** MS." Bore javelins shght,'&c.) to be sacred to these fanciful spirita, and it was customary to pro ++ (The Critical Reviewer, having quoted stanzas i, ii, and iii. pitiate them by throwing in something upon passing it. A pin saya--" To the specimens with which his former works abound, was the usud oblation, and the ceremony is still sometimes of Mr. Scott's unrivalled excellence in the descriptions, both of practised, though rather in jest than earnest.

natural scenery and romantic inanners and costunie, these stanzas * The flexibility of the Italian and Spanish languages, and per. will be thought no nean addition,'') haps the liveliness of their genius, render these countrie's distin. 1: Alvosi all the Spanish historians, as well as the voice of quished for the talent of improvisation, which is found even tradition, ascribe the invasion of the Moors to the forcible viola among the lowest of the people. It is mentioned by Baretti and tion committed by Roderick upon Florinda, called by the More other travellers.

Caba or Cava. She was the daughter of Count Julian, one of + Over a name sacred for ages to heroic verse, a poet may be the Gothic monarch's principal lieutenants, who, when the crime allowed to exercise some power. I have used the freedom, here was perpetrated, was engaged in the defence of Ceuta against and elsewhere, to alter the orthography of the name of my gallant the Moors. In his indignation at the ingratitude of his sovereen: countrymen, in order to apprize the Southern reader of its legiti and the dishonour of his daughter, Count Ju'ian forgot the duties mate sound ;-Grahame being, on the other side of the Tweed, of a Christian and a patriot, and, forming an alliance with Musa. usually pronounced as a lisyyllable,

then the caliph's lieutenant in Africa, he countenanced the inve I IMS.-" And lingering still mid that unchanging race."! sion of Spain by a body of Saracens and Africans, cominanded

Ś *** The introduction, we confess," says the Quarterly' Re: by the celebrated 'Tarik; the issue of which was the defeat and viewer, does not please 1 80 well as the rest of the poem, death of Roderick, and the occupation of almost the whole pe thourb the reply of the Mountain Spirit is exquisitely written." ninsula by the Moore. Voltaire, in his General History, expresses 'The Edinburgh Critic, after quoting stanzas ix. x. and xi. enys bis doubis of this popular story, and Gibbon gives him some " the Introduction, though splendidly written, is too long for so countenance; but the universal tradition is quite sufficient for short a poem: and he poet's dialogue with his native mountains is somewhat too startling and unnatural. The most spirited part rinda's inemnory, are said, by Cervantes, never to bestow that of it, we think, is their direction to Spanish themes."

name upon any hunan female, reserving it for their dogs. Nor !! (The Monthly Review, for 1811, in quoting this stanza, says --" Scarcely any poet, of any age or country, has excelled Mr.

is the tradition less inveteratu among the Moors, since the contrado Ecotr in bringing before our sight the very scene which he is de * The cape of the Cala Rumia, which, in our tongue, is the Cape scribing-in giving a reality of existence to every olijpet on which

, a Moors, Wick corba, the daughter of Count Julian. who was the

of the Wicked Christian Woman and it is a tradition among the seem to the habits of his mind, that his style itself catches a cha cause of the loss of Spain, lies buried there, and they think.i racter of harmony, which is far from being universally its own. omninous to be forced mto that bay, for they never go in other How vivid, yot how soft, is this picture!")

wise than by necessity.")

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Know by their bearing to disgnise their mood :"-
Full on the Prelate's face, and silver hair,

But Conscience here, as if in high disdain,
The stream of failing light was feebly rollid :* Sent to the Monarch's cheek the burning blood-
But Roderick's visage, though his head was bare, He stay'd his speech abrupt--and up the Prelate
Was shadow'd by his hand and mantle's fold.

While of his hidden soul the sins he told,
Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook, t

That mortal man his bearing should behold,

"O harden'd offspring of an iron race!
Or boast that he had seen, when Conscience

What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say? shook,

What alms, or prayers, or penance, can efface Fear tame a monarch's brow, Remorse a warrior's

Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away! look..

For the foul ravisher how shall I pray,

Who, scarce repentant, makes his crime his

The old man's faded cheek wax'd yet more pale, How hope Almighty vengeance shall delay,
As many a secret sad the King bewray'd;

Unless, in merey to yon Christian host,
As sign and glance eked out the unfinish'd tale, IIe spare the shepherd, il lest the guiltless sheep be
When in the midst his faltering whisper staid. ---

"Thus royal Witizaś was slain,!!--he said;

X. "Yet, holy Father, deem not it was I."

Then kindled the dark Tyrant in his mood, Thus still Ambition strives her crimes to shade."Oh rather deem 'twas stern necessity!

And to bis brow return'd its dauntless gloom;

"And welcome then," he cried, “be blood for Self-preservation bade, and I must kill or die.

blood, VIII.

For treason treachery, for dishonour doom !
"And if Florinda's shirieks alarm’d the air,

Yet will I know whence come they, or by whom.
If she invoked her absent sire in vain,

Show, for thou cansi--give forth the fated key,
And on her knees implored that I would spare, And guide me, Priest, to that mysterious roum, i
Yet, reverend priest, thy sentence rash re Where, if aught true in old tradition be,
frain !-

His nation's future fates a Spanish King shall
All is not as it seems-the female train

see. * (MS.-" The feeble lamp in dying lustre The waves of broken light were feebly

repertum, et in ea linteum, quo explicato novir et insolentes ho. }roll'd."]

minum facies habitusque appariere, cum inscriptione Latina,
* (M8.-" The baughty monarcia's heart could evil brook.") Hispania ucun ab flat sente imminere; Vultus habitus.

: The Quarterly Reviewer says,-*. The moonlight scenery que Maurorament. Quamobrem er Arica tantam cladem in.
of the camp and burial ground is evidently by the same powerful stare rezi cat e parauastm ; nec falso ut Hispaniæ nuales
band which sketched the Abbey of Melrose : and in this picture etiinnitin Tuf. Hispania ludovic. Nonij. cap lix.
of Rolerick's confession, there are traits of even a biglier cast of Bul, about the kern of the expulsion of the Moors from Grena.
sublimity and pathos."

da, we find in the " Istoria verdadeyra del Rey Don Rodri: The Elinburgh Reviewer introducee liis quotations of the i, ii., go," a (pretended) translation froin the Arabic of the sago Al1., and vi. stanzas thus,-"The poem is substantially divided into carde Abuleacım Tarif Abentarique, a legend which us to two compartments ;--the one representing the fabulous or pro sume the modesty of the historian Roderick, with his chest and digious acts of Don Roderick's own lime,-and the other the re- prophetic picture. The custom of ascaling a pretended Moorish ent occurrencer which have since signalized the saine quarter of original to these legendary histories, is ridiculed by Cervantes, the world. Mr Scott, we think, is most at home in the first of who aliicts to translate the History of the Koight of the Woful these fields; and we think, upon the whole has most success in Figure, from the Arabır of the sage Cid Hamet Benengeli. A: I ik The opening aflords a fine specimen of his unrivalled powers have been indebted to the Historia Verdadeyra for some of the of description."

imagery emplosed in the text the following literal translation The reader may be gratified with having the following lines from the work itself maysrutify the inquisitive reader :from Mr. Southey's Roderick inserted here :

* One nuite on the east side of the city of Toledo, among somo Then Roderik knelt

rocks, was situated an ancient tower, of' a magnificent structure, Before the holy man, and strove to speak:

though iuch dilapidated by time, which congudes all: four esta. • Thou prest,' he cried, thou -eeut'-but memory

dots (le four times a man's height) below it, there was a cave And sutlocating thoughts represt the word,

with a very now entrance, and a cute cut out of the solid And shudderinya, like an acue fit, from head

rock, lint with a strong covering of iron, and fastened with To foot convulged himn : till at length, subuluing

muriy locks; above the gate some Greek letters are engraved, His nature to the effort, he exclaimi,

which, although abbr vinted, and of doubtful meaning, were thus Spreading his hands, and lifting up his face,

interpreted, accoring to the exposition of learned men. The
As if resolved in penitence to bear

King who opens this carn, and can discover the wonders, wili
A human eye upon his shame - Thou seest

discoverloth good and evil things. Many Kingy desired or know
Roderick the Goth! That same should have sufficed the mystery of this tower, and sought to find out the manner with
To tell the whole abborred history;

much care: but when they opened the gate, such a tremendous He not the lear pursued.--the navi her,

noise arose in the cave, that it appeared as if the earth was burstThe cause of all this ruin!' Having said,

ing many of those pres nt sickened with fear, and others lost In the same posture inotionless he knelt,

their lives in order to prevent such great perils, (they sup. Arms straightend down, and hands outspread, and eyes posed a dangeroun ench intinent was contained within.) they soRaised to the Monk, like one who from bis voice

cared the gate with new lorks, concluding, that, though a King Expected lite or death."

was destined to open it, the fated time was not yet arrived. At Mr. Southey, in a note to these lines, says," the Vision of Don last King Don Rodrigo, led on by his evil fortune and unlucky Roderick supplies a singular contrast to the picture which is re destiny, opened the toiser; and some bold attendants, whom ho presented in this passage. I have great pleasure in quoling the had brought with bim, entered, although agitated with fear. Ha. stanzas (v. and vi. ;) if the contrast had been intentional, it could ving proceed a good way, they fled back to the entrance, terrinot have been more complete."

fied with a frightai vision which they had beheld. The King was The predecessor of Roderick upon the Spanish throne, and gratly moved, and ordered many törches, so contrived that tho slain by his connivance, as is affirmed by Rodriguez ot' Toledo, tempest in the cave could not extinguish them, to be lighted. the father of Spanish history.

Then the King enteret, not without fear, before all the others. U (M8.-" He spare to amnite the shepherd, lost the sheep be Th y discovered, by degrees, a splendid hall, apparently built in lost.")

a very simptuous manner; in the middle stond a Bronze Statue T(MS." And guide me, prelato, to that secret room.") of very ferocious appearance, which beld a battle axe in its hands. ** The transition of an incident from history to tradition, and With this he struck the floor violently, giving it such heavy blows, from tradition to fable and romance, becoming more marvellous that the 2010 in th cave was occasioned by the motion of the at each step from its original simplicity, is not ill exemplified in air. The King, greatly affrighted and astonished, began to conthe account of the “Fated Chamber of Don Rod :rick, as given jure this terrible vision, promising that he would return without doby his namesake, the bintonian of Toledo, contrasted with sub ing any injury in the cave, after be had obtained a sight of what spent and more romantic accounts of the same subterranean was containeilin it. The statue ceased to strike the floor, and the dirowery. I give the Archbishop of Toledo's tale in the words King, with his followers, somewhat asuured, and recovering their of Nunius, who seems to intimate, (though very modestly,) that courage, proceeded into the hall; and on the left of the statue the fatale palatium, of which so much has been said, was only they found iliis inscription on the wall, Unfortunate King! thou the ruins of a Roman amphitheatre.

hust entered here in evil hour.' On the right side of the wall " Extra muros. septentrionem versus, vestigia magni olim the these words were in crihed. By strange nations thou shalt be atri sparsa vixuntur Auctor est Rodericus, Toletanun Archie dispossessed, and ihy subjects foully degraded.'. On the shoulpercopa, ante Arabum in Hispanias irruptionem, hic falale pala. ders of the statue other words were written, which said, 'I call tium fuisse ; qriod in victi vectes æterna ferri robora claudebant, upon the Arabs! And upon his breast was written, 'I do my ne peaeratan Hispanice excidium adferret ; quod in fatis non vul. office. At the entrance of the hall there was placed a round rus solumn, sed et prudentissimi quique credebant. Sed Roderici bowl, from which a great noise like the fall of waters, proceeded. ultimi Gothorum Regis animum infelix curiositas subiit, sciendi They found no other thinz in the hall; and when the King, sor. quod sub tot setitis claustris observaretur ; ingentes ibi superio. rowful and greatly affected, had scarcely turned about to leave rum regum opes et arcanos thesauros servari ratus, Seras et the cavern, the statue again colomenced its accustomed blows pessulos perfringi cural, in vitis vinnibus ; nihil prater arculam upon the floor. After they bad mutually promised to concert

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Full on the upper wall the mace's sweep "Ill-fated Prince ! recall the desperate word, At once descended with the force of thunder, Or pause ere yet the omen thou obey !

And hurtling down at once, in crumbled heap, Bethink, yon spell-bound portal would afford* The marble boundary was rent asunder,

Never to former Monarch entrance-way; And gave to Roderick's view new sights of fear and Nor shall it ever ope, old records say,

wonder. Save to a King, the last of all his line,

XVII. What time his empire toiters to decay,

For they might spy, beyond that mighty breach, And treason digs, beneath, her fatal mine,

Realms as of Spain in vision'd prospect laid, And, high above, impends avenging wrath divine."

Castles and towers, in due proportion each, XII.

As by some skilful artist's hand portray'd: “Prelate! a Monarch's fate brooks no delay; Here, crossed by many a wild Sierra's shade Lead on!”—The ponderous key the old man And boundless plains that tire the traveller's took,

eye : And held the winking lamp, and led the way, There, rich with vineyard and with olive glade,

By winding stair, dark aisle, and secret nook, Or deep-embrown'd by forests huge and high, Then on an ancient gateway bent his look ; Or wash'd by mighty streams, that slowly mur. And, as the key the desperate King essay'd,

mur'd by. Luw mutter'd thunders the Cathedral shook,

And twice he stopp'd, and twice new effort made, And here, as erst upon the antique stage,
Till the huge bolts roll'd back, and the loud hinges Pass'd forth the band of maskers trimly led,

In various forms, and various equipage,

While fitting sirains the hearer's fancy fed ; Long, large, and lofty, was that vaulted hall; So, to sad Roderick's eye in order spread,

Roof, walls, and floor, were all of marble stone, Successive pageants fill'd that mystic scene, Of polish'd marble, black as funeral pall,

Showing the fate of battles ere they bled, Carved o'er with signs and characters unknown. And issue of events that had not been; A paly light, as of the dawning, shone

And, ever and anon, strange sounds were heard be Through the sad bounds, but whence they could

tween. not spy;

XIX. For window to the upper air was none;

First shrill'd an unrepeated female shriek ! Yet, by that light, Don Roderick could descry It seem'd as if Don Roderick knew the call

, Wonders thai ni ir till then were seen by mortal eye. For the bold blood was blanching in his cheek.XIV.

Then answer'd kettle-drum and atabal, Grim sentinels, against the upper wall,

Gong-peal and cymbal-clank the ear appal, Of molten bronze, two Statues held their place; The Tecbir war-cry, and the Lelie's yell, Massive their naked limbs, their stature tall, Ring wildly dissonant along the hall. Their frowning foreheads golden circles grace.

Needs not to Roderick their dread import tellMoulded they seem'd for kings of giant race,

"The Moor!" he cried, "the Moor!-ring out the That lived and sinn'd before the avenging flood;

Tocsin bell ! This grasp'd a scythe, that rested on a mace;

XX. This spread his wings for flight, that pondering stood,

"They come! they come! I see the groaning Each stubborn seem'd and stern, immutable of White with the turbans of each Arab horde; mood.

Swart Zaarah joins her misbelieving bands, XV.

Alla and Mahomet their battle-word, Fix'd was the right-hand Giant's brazen look The choice they yield, the Koran or the SwordUpon his brother's glass of shifting sand,

See how the Christians rush to arms amain! As if its ebb he measured by a book,

In yander shout the voice of conflict roar'd,$ Whose iron volume loaded his huge hand;

The shadowy hosts are closing on the plainIn which was wrote of many a falling land, Now, God and Saint Iago strike, for the good cause Of empires lost, and kings to exile driven :

of Spain ! And o'er that pair their names in scroll expand

XXI. "Lo, DESTINY and TIME! to whom by Heaven The guidance of the earth is for a season given.”

"By Heaven, the Moors prevail ! the Christians

yield ! XVI.

Their coward leader gives for flight the sign! Even while they read, the sand-glass wastes The sceptred craven mounts to quit the fieldaway ;

Is not yon steed Orelia ?-Yes, 'tis mine !!! And, as the last and lagging grains did creep, But never was she turn'd from battle-line : That right-hand Giant 'gan his clubt upsway, Lo! where the recreant spurs o'er stock and As one that startles from a heavy sleep.

stone! what they had seen, they again closed the tower, and blocked 1 The Tecbir (derived from the words Aua achar, God is most up the gate of the cavern with earth, that no memory might re. mighty) was the original war-cry of the Saraceng. It is celebrated main in the world of such a portentous and evil-loding prodigy. by Hughes in the siege

of Damascus :The ensuing midnight they heard great cries and clamour from

We heard the Tecbir ; so these Arabs call the cave, resounding like the noise of battle, and the ground shak. Their shout of onset, when, with loud appeal, ing with a tremendous roar; the whole edifice of the old tower They challenge Heaven, as if demanding conquest.", fes to the ground, by which they were greatly affrighted, the vi. The Lelie, well known to the Christians during the crusades, is sion which they had beheld appearing to them as a dream.

the shout of Alla illa Ala, the Mahomedan confession of faith. " The King having left the tower, ordered wise men to explain It is twice used in poetry by my friend Me, W. Stewart Rose, mn what the inscriptions signified; and having consulted upon and the Romance of Partenopex, and in the Crusade of st. Lewis. studied their meaning, they declared that the statue of bronze, $("Oh, who could tell what deeds were wrought that day: with the motion which it made with its battle-axe, signified

Or who endure to hear the tale of rage. Time; and that its office, alluded to in the inscription on its

Hatred, and madness, and despair, and fear, breast, was, that he never rests a single moment. The words on

Horror, and wounds, and aguny, and death, the shoulders, I call upon the Arabz,' they expounded, that, in The cries, the blasphemies, the shrieks, and groans, time, Spain would be conquered by the Arabs. The words upon

And prayers, which mingled in the din of arms, the left wall signified the destruction of King Rodrigo ; those on

In one wild uproar of terrific sounds." the right, the drendful calamities which were to fall upon the

SOUTHEY': Roderick, vol. ii. p. 171.) Spaniards and Goths, and that the unfortunate King would be Count Julian, the father of the injured Florinda, with the dispossessoul of all his states. Finally, the letters on the portal connivance and assistance of Oppas, Archbishop of Toledo, in indicated, that good would betide to the conquerors, and evil to vited, in 713, the Saracens into Spain. A considerable arms. Ar the conquered, of which experience proved the truth.:--Historia rived under the commund of Tarik, or Tarif, who bequeathed the Verdadeyra del Rey Don Rodrigo. Quinta impression. Ma well-known name of Gibraltar (Gibel al Tarik, or the mountain drid. 1654, iv. p. 23.

of Tarik) to the place of his landing. He was joined by Count . (MS.-" Or pause the omen of thy fate to weigh!

Julian, ravaged Andalusia, and took seville. In 714, they return Bethink that brazen portal would afford."') ed with a still greater force, and Roderick marched into Andalu; + [MS.-"Arm-mace-club."j

sia at the head of a great army, to give them battle. The field

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Curses pursue the slave, and wrath divine !

XXVI. Rivers ingulf him!"__" * Hush," in shuddering So pass'd that pageant. Ere another came, # tone,

The visionary scene was wrapp'd in smoke, The Prelate said; "rash Prince, yon vision'd form's Whose sulph'rous wreaths were cross'd by sheets thine own.

of flame; XXII.

With every flash a bolt explosive broke, Just then, a torrent cross'd the flier's course ;

Till Roderick deem'd the fiends had burst their

yoke, The dangerous ford the Kingly Likeness tried;

And waved 'gainst heaven 'the infernal gonBut the deep eddies whelm'd both man and horse,

falone! Swept like benighted peasant down the tide ;*

For War a new and dreadful language spoke, And the proud Moslemah spread far and wide,

Never by ancient warrior heard or known; As numerous as their native locust band;

Lightning and smoke her breath, and thunder was Berber and Ismael's sons the spoils divide,

her tone. With naked scunitars mete out the land, And for the bondsmen base the freeborn 'natives

XXVII. brand.

From the dim landscape roll'd the clouds awayXXIII.

The Christians have regain'd their heritage ; Then rose the grated Harem to enclose

Before the Cross has waned the Crescent's ray The loveliest maidens of the Christian line;

And many a monastery decks the stage, Then, menials, to their misbelieving foes,

And lofty church, and low-brow'd hermitage. Castile's young nobles held forbidden wine;

The land obeys a Hermit and a Knight, -

The Genii those of Spain for many an age; Then, too, the holy Cross, salvation's sign, By implous hands was from the altar thrown,

This clad in sackcloth, that in armour bright, And the deep aisles of the polluted shrine

And that was Valour named, this BIGOTRY was Echo'd, for holy hymn and organ-tone,

hight. S The Santon's frantic dance, the Fakir's gibbering


VALOUR was harness'd like a Chief of old,

Arm'd at all points, and prompt for knightly How fares Don Roderick 1-E'en as one who spies

His sword was temper'd in the Ebro cold,
Flames dart their glare o'er midnight's sable

Morena's eagle-plume adorn'd his crest,

The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast. And hears around his children's piercing cries,

Fierce he stepp'd forward and flung down his And sees the pale assistants stand aloof;

gage ; While cruel Conscience brings him bitter proof,

As if of mortal kind to brave the best.
His folly, or his crime, have caused his grief;

Him follow'd his Companion, dark and sage, And while above him nods the crumbling roof,

As he, my Master, sung the dangerous Archimage. He curses earth and Heaven--himself in chief

XXIX. Desperate of earthly aid, despairing Heaven's re Haughty of heart and brow the Warrior came, lief!

In look and language proud as proud might be, XXV.

Vaunting his lordship, lineage, fights, and fame: That scythe-arm'd Giant turn'd his fatal glass,

Yet was that barefoot Monk more proud than
And i wilight on the landscape closed her wings;
Far to Asturian hills the war-sounds pass,

And as the ivy climbs the tallest tree,
And in their stead rebeck or timbrel rings;.

So round the loftiest soul his toils he wound, And to the sound the bell-deck'd dancer springs,

And with his spells subdued the fierce and free Bazars resound as when their marts are met,

Till ermined Age and Youth in arms renown'd, In tournay light the Moor his jerrid flings,

Honouring his scourge and hair-cloth, meekly kiss'd And on the land as evening seem'd to set,

the ground. The Imaum's chant was heard from mosque or

XXX. minaret. t

And thus it chanced that Valour, peerless knight,

Who ne'er to King or Kaisar veil'd his crest was chosen near Xeres, and Mariana gives the following account of the action :


Upon the banks "Both armies heing drawn up, the King, scrording to the cus Of Solla was Orelia found, his legs tom of the Gothic kinys when they went to battle, appeared in an

And thanks incarnadlined, his poutrel smcard ivory chariot, clothed in cloth of gold, encoururing his men ; Ta.

With froth and toamn and gore, bis silver mane rif, on the other side, did the same. The armies, thus prepared,

Sprinkled with blood, which hung on every hair, waited only for the signal to fall on; the Gothis gave the charge, Aspersed like dewdrops ; trembling there he stood, Drir drums and trumpets sounding, and the Moors received it From the toil of battle, and at times sent forth with the noise of kettle-drums. Such were the shouts and cries His tremulous voice, far.echoing, loud, and shrill, on both sides, that the mountains and valleys seemed to meet. A freement anxious cry, with wbich he seem'd First, they brigan with slings, darts, javolins, and lances, then To call the master whom he loved so well, came to the swords; a long time the battle was dubious ; but the And who had thus again forsaken him. Monts seemed to have the worst, till D. Oppas, the archbishop,

Siverian'y belm and cuirass on the grass having to that time concealed his treachery, in the heat of the Lay near; and Julian's sword, its built and chain felt, with a great body of his followers, went over to the infidels. Clotted with blood; but where was le whose hand He joined Count Julian, with whom was a great number of Goths, Had wielded it so well that glorious day?" and both together fell upon the think of our army, Our men, terri

SOUTHEY's Roderick.) fied with that unparalleled treachery, and tired with lighting, could !" The manner in which the pageant disuppears is very bcauDo lurer sustain that charge, but were easily put to tisht. "The

tiful."--Quarterly Revicio.) King performed the part not only of a wise yeneral, but of a resoluce soldier, relieving the weakost, bringing on fresh men in place

: (“We come now to the Second Period of the Vision; and of those that were tired, and stopping those that turned their

we cannot avoid noticing with much commendation the dexteribracks. At length, secing no bopes len, be alighted out of his

ty and graceful case with which the first two scenes are connected. chariot for fcar of being taken, and mounting on a horse, called

Without abruptness, or tedious apology for transition, they melt Ofelia, he withdrew out of the battle. The Goths, who still

into each other with very harmonious effect; and we strongly reflond, missing him, were most part put to the sword, the rest becommend this example of skill, perhaps exlibited without any took themselves to fight. The camp was inmediately entered,

effort, to the imitation of contenporary poets."--Monthly Reand the baggage takeo. What number was killed is not known

viero. 1 I suppose they were an many it was hard to count them; for this

$("These allegorical personages, which are thus described, Bugle battle robbed Spain of all its glory, and in it perished the

are sketched in the true spirit of Sponsor; but we are not suro fewned name of the Goths. The King's horsc, upper garment,

that we altogether approve of the association of such imaginary and bunkins, covered with pearls and precious stones, were found beings with the real events that pass over the stuge ; and these, A the bank of the river Guadelite, and there being no news of him

as well as the form of ambition which precedes the path of Bonaafterwans. it was supposed lie was drowned passing the river."

parte, have somewhat the air of the immortals of the Luxemburg -MARIANA'S History of Spain, buok vi. chan. 9;

gallery, whose naked linbs and tridents, thunderbolts and cain the above quotation, was celebrated for her speed and form, the quicens, erchbishops, and cardinals of Franco and Navarre." moralia, the courser of Don Roderick, mentioned in the text, and ducci, are so singularly contrasted with the rufis and whiskers, She is mentioned repeatedly in Spanish romance, and also by -Quarterly Reviero.)

I ("Arm'd at all points, exactly cap-a-pce."--Hamla.) VOL. I.--3S

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