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Rock upon rocks incumbent hung,

Three times; nor living thing he spied, And torrents, down the gullies fung,

Nor heard a living sound, Join'd the rude river that brawl'd on,

Save that, awakening from her dream, Recoiling now from crag and stone,

The owlet now began to scream, Now diving deep from human ken,

In concert with the rushing stream, And raving down its darksome glen.

That wash'd the battled mound. The monarch judged this desert wild,

He lighted from his goodly steed, With such romantic ruin piled,

And he left him to graze on bank and mead Was theatre by Nature's hand

And slowly he climb'd the narrow way,
For feat of high achievement plann'd.

That reached the entrance grim and gray,

And he stood the outward arch below, “O rather he chose, that Monarch bold,

And his bugle-horn prepared to blow, On vent'rous quest to ride,

In summons blithe and bold, In plate and mail, by wood and wold,

Deeming to rouse from iron sleep Than, with ermine irapp'd and cloth of gold,

The guardian of this dismal Keep, In princely bower to bide;

Which well he guess'd the hold The bursting crash of a foeman's spear,

Of wizard stern, or goblin grim, As it shiver'd against his mail,

Or pagan of gigantic limb, Was merrier music to his ear

The tyrant of the wold. Than courtier's whisper'd tale:

XV. And the clash of Caliburn more dear,

“The ivory bugle's golden tip When on the hostile casque it rung,

Twice touch'd the Monarch's manly lip,
Than all the lays

And twice his hand withdrew,
To their monarch's praise

- Think not but Arthur's heart was good! That the harpers of Reged sung:

His shield was cross'd by the blessed rood, He loved better to rest by wood or river,

Had a pagan host before him stood, Than in bower of his bride, Dame Guenever,

He had charged them through and through; For he left that lady so lovely of cheer,

Yet the silence of that ancient place
To follow adventures of danger and fear;

Sunk on his heart, and he paused a space
And the frank-hearted Monarch full little did wot, Ere yet his horn he blew.
That she smiled, in his absence, on brave Lancelot. But, instant as its ’larum rung,

The castle gate was open flung, “He rode, till over down and dell

Portcullis rose with crashing groan The shade more broad and deeper fell ;

Full harshly up its groove of stone; And though around the mountain's head

The balance-beams obey'd the blasi, Flow'd streams of purple, and gold, and red, And down the trembling drawbridge cast Dark at the base, unblest by beam,

The vaulted arch before him lay, Frown'd the black rocks, and roar'd the stream.

With naught to bar the gloomy way, With toil the King his way pursued

And onward Arthur paced, with hand By lonely Threlkeld's waste and wood,

On Caliburn's* resisiless brand. Till on his course obliqnely shone

XVI. The narrow valley of Saint John,

'A hundred torches, flashing bright, Down sloping to the western sky,

Dispell’d at once the gloomy night Where lingering sunbeains love to lie.

That lower'd along the walls, Right glad to feel those beams again,

And show'd the King's astonish'd sight
The King drew up his charger's rein;

The inmates of ihe halls.
With gauntlet raised he screen'd his sight,
As dazzled with the level lighi,

Nor wizard stern, nor geblin grim,

Nor giant huge of form and limb, And, from beneath his glove of mail,

Nor heathen knight was there; Scannd at his ease the lovely vale.

But the cressets, which odours tlung aloft, While 'gainst the sun his armour bright

Show'd by their yellow light and soft,
Gleam'd ruddy like the beacon's light.

A band of damsels fair.

Onward they came, like summer wave “Paled in by many a lofty hill,

That dances to the shore; The narrow dale lay smooth and still,

A hundred yoices welcome gave, And, down its verdant bosom led,

And welcome o'er and o'er! A winding brooklet found its bed.'

A hundred lovely hands assail But, midmost of the vale, a mound

The bucklers of the monarch's mail, Arose with airy turrets crown'd,

And busy labour'd to unhasp Buttress, and rampire's circling bound,

Rivet of steel and iron clasp. And mighty keep and tower:

One wrapp'd him in a mantle fair, Seem'd some primeval giant's hand

And one flung odours on his hair; The castle's massive walls had plann'd,

His short curl'd ringlets one smooth'd down, A ponderous bulwark to withstand

One wreath'd them with a myrile-crown. Ambitious Nimrod's power.

A bride upon her weddingday, Above the moated entrance slung,

Was tended ne'er by troop so gay.
The balanced drawbridge trembling hung,

As jealous of a foe:
Wicket of oak, as iron hard,

"Loud laugh’d they all, -the King, in vain, With iron studded, clench'd, and barr’d,

With questions task'd the giddy train;

Let him entreat, or crave, or call, And prong'd portcullis, join'd to guard

'Twas one reply, -loud laugh'd they all. The gloomy pass below.

Then o'er him mimic chains they fling,
But the gray walls no banners crown'd,

Framed of the fairest flowers of spring.
Upon the watch-tower's airy round
No warder stood his horn to sound,

While some their gentle force unite,
No guard beside the bridge was found,

Onward to drag the wondering knight, And, where the Gothic gateway frown'd,

Some, bolder, urge his pace with blows, Glanced neither bill nor bow.

Dealt with the lily or the rose.

Behind him were in triumph borne

The warlike arms he late had worn. “Beneath the castle's gloomy pride,

Four of the train combined to rear In ample round did Arthur ride

The terrors of Tintadgel's spear it * This was the name of King Arthur's well-known sword, • Tintangel Castle, in Comwall, is reported to bave been the sometimes also called Excalibar.

birthplace of King Arthur.

Two, laughing at their lack of strength,

XXI. Draggd Caliburn in cumbrous length ;

"The lady sate the Monarch by, One, while she aped a martial stride,

Now in her turn abash'd and shy,
Placed on her brows the helmet's pride;

And with indifference seem'd to hear
Then scream'd, 'twixt laughter and surprise The toys he whisper'd in her ear.
To feel its depth o'erwhelm her eyes.

Her bearing modest was and fair,
With revel-shout, and triumph-song,

Yet shadows of constraint were there,
Thus gayly march'd the giddy throng.

That show'd an over-cautious care

Some inward thought to hide ; " Through many a gallery and hall

Oft did she pause in full reply, They led, I ween, their royal thrall ;

And oft cast down her large dark eye, At length, beneath a fair arcade

Oft check'd the soft voluptuous sigh, Their inarch and song at once they staid.

That heav'd her bosom's pride. The eldest maiden of ihe band,

Slight symptoms these, but shepherds know (The lovely maid was scarce eighteen,

How hot the mid-day sun shall glow, Raised, with imposing air, her hand,

From the mist of morning sky; And reverent silence did command,

And so the wily Monarch guess'd, On entrance of their Queen,

That this assum'd restraint express'd And they were mute.-- But as a glance

More ardent passions in the breast, They steal on Arthur's countenance

Than ventured to the eye. Bewilder'd with surprise,

Closer he press'd, while beakers rang, Their smother'd mirth again 'gan speak,

While maidens laugh'd and minstrels sang, In archly dimpled chin and cheek,

Still closer to her ear-
And laughter-lighted eyes.

But why pursue the common tale?

Or wherefore show how knights prevail

When ladies dare to hear ? "The attributes of those high days

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Now only live in minstrel-lays;
For Nature, now exhausted, still

Its source one tyrant passion draws,

Till, mastering all within,ll Was then profuse of good and ill.

Where lives the man that has not tried, Strength was gigantic, valour high,

How mirth can into folly glide,
And wisdom soar'd beyond the sky,

And folly into sin !"
And beauty had such matchless beam
As lights not now a lover's dream.
Yet e'en in that romantic age,

Ne'er were such charms by mortal seen,
As Arthur's dazzled eyes engage,

CANTO SECOND. When forth on that enchanted stage,

1. With glittering train of maid and page,

LYULPH'S TALE CONTINUED. Advanced the castle's Queen!

"ANOTHER day, another day, While up the hall she slowly passid, Her dark eye on the King she cast,

And yet another, glides away! That flash'd expression strong;*

The Saxon stern, the pagan Dane, The longer dwelt that lingering look,

Maraud on Britain's shores again. Her cheek the livelier colour took,

Arthur, of Christendom the flower, And scarce the shame-faced King could brook

Lies loitering in a lady's bower;

The horn, that foemen wont to fear,
The gaze that lasted long.

Sounds but to wake the Cumbrian deer,
A sage, who had that look espied,
Where kindling passion strove with pride,

And Caliburn, the British pride,
Had whisper'd, Prince, beware!

Hangs useless by a lover's side. From the chafed tiger rend the prey,

II. Rush on the lion when at bay,

"Another day, another day, Bar the fell dragon's blighted way,

And yet another, glides away.
But sbun that lovely snare!'-7

Heroic plans in pleasure drown'd,

He thinks not of the Table Round;
At once, that inward strife suppress’d,

In lawless love dissolved his life, The dame approach'd her warlike guest,

He thinks not of his beauteousT wife:

Better he loves to snatch a flower
With greeting in that fair degree,
Where female pride and courtesy

From bosom of his paramour,
Are blended with such passing art

Than from a Saxon knight** to wrest As awes at once and charms the heart.

The honours of his heathen crest; A courtly welcome first she gave,

Better to wreathe, 'mid tresses brown, Then of his goodness 'gan to crave

The heron's plume her hawk struck down, Construction fair and true

Than o'er the altar give to flow Of her light maidens' idle mirth,

The banners of a Paynim Who drew from lonely glens their birth,

Thus, week by week, and day by day, Nor knew to pay to stranger worth

His life inglorious glides away; And dignity cheir due;

But she, that soothes his dream, with fear And then she pray'd that he would rest

Beholds his hour of waking That night her castle's honour'd guest.

III. The Monarch meetly thanks express'd;

"Much force have mortal charms to stay The banquet rose at her behest,

Our peace in Virtue's toilsome way; With lay and tale and laugh and jest,

But Guendolen's might far outshine Apace the evening few.s

Each maid of merely mortal lire. * "In the description of the Queen's entrance, as well as in $ 1" On the opinion that may be formed even of these two the contrasted enumeration of the levities of her attendants, the stanzas, (xix. and xx.) we are willing to hazard the justness of anthor, we think, has had in his recollection Gray's celebrated de the eulogium we have bestowed on the general poetical merit of scription of the power of harmony to produce all the graces of this little work."-Quarterly Review.) motion in the body"- Quarterly Review.) + (" Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts,

01"One MASTER PASSION in the breast, Strive with the half starved lion for his prey :

Like Aaron'a serpent, swallows up the rest."

POPE.) Lueser the risk, than rouse the slumbering fire of wild Fanaticism."

T (MS.-." Lovely.")
Waverley Norela, vol. iii. p. 104.)

** (MS.-"Paynim knight.") 11“Sull sways their souls with that commanding art

++ (MS.-" Vanquish'd foe.") That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.".

1 (The M8. has this and the sixth couplet of stanza iii. interBYRON'S Corroir 1914.) polated.]

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Her mother was of human birth,

Beneath her eye must Arthur quail, Her sire a Genie of the earth,

And oft resume the unfinish'd tale, ti In days of old deem'd to preside

Confessing, by his downcast eye, O’er lovers' wiles and beauty's pride,

The wrong he sought to justity. By youths and virgins worshipp'd long,

He ceased. A moment mute she gazed, With festive dance and choral song,

And then her looks to heaven she raised; Till, when the cross to Britain came,

One palm her temples veil'd, to hideti On heathen aliars died the flame.

The tear that sprung in spite of pride; Now, deep in Wastdale solitude,

The other for an instant press'd The downfall of his rights he rued,

The foldings of her silken vest! And, born of his resentment heir,

VII. He train'd to guile that lady fair,

"At her reproachful sign and look, To sink in slothful sin and shame

The hint the Monarch's conscience took.SS The champions of the Christian name.

Eager he spoke-'No, lady, no! Well skill'd to keep vain thoughts alive,

Deem not of British Arthur so, And all to proinise, naught to give,

Nor think he can deserter prove The timid youth had hope in store,

To the dear pledge of mutual love. The bold and pressing gain'd no more.

I swear by sceptre and by sword, As wilder'd children leave their home,

As belted knight and Britain's lord, After the rainbow's arch to roam

That if a boy shall claim my care, Her lovers barter'd fair esteem,

That boy is born a kingdom's heir;
Faith, fame, and honour, for a dream.*

But, if a maiden Fate allows,

To choose that maid a fitung spouse, "Her sire's soft arts the soul to tamet

A summer-day in lists shall strive She practised thus-till Arthur came;

My knights,-the bravest knights alive,-Then, frail humanity had part,

And he, the best and bravest tried, And all the mother claim'd her heart.

Shall Arthur's daughter claim for bride.'Forgot each rule her father

He spoke, with voice resolved and higha slaves

The lady deign'd him not reply. Too late must Guendolen deplore,

VIII. He, that has all, I can hope no more !

At dawn of morn, ere on the brake Now must she sees her lover strain,

His matins did a warbler make, ! At every turn, her feeble chain ; il

Or stirr'd his wing to brush away Watch, to new-bind cach knot, and shrink

A single dewdrop from the spray, To view each fast-decaying link.

Ere yet a sunbeam, through the mist, Art she invokes to Nature's aid,

The castle-battlements had kiss'd, Her vest to zone, her locks to braid;

The gates revolve, the drawbridge falls, Each varied pleasure heard her call,

And Arthur sallies from the walls. The feast, the tourney, and the ball:

Dofi'd his soft garb of Persia's loom, Her storied lore she next applies,

And steel from spur to helmet-plume, Taxing her mind to aid her eyes;

His Lybian steed full proudly trode, Now more than mortal wise, and then

And joyful neigh'd beneath his load. In female softness sunk again;

The Monarch gave a passing sigh Now, raptured, with each wish complying,

To penitences and pleasures by, With feign'd reluctance now denying;

When, lo! to his astonishi'd ken Each charm she varied, to retain

Appear'd the form of Guendolen.
A varying heart-and all in vain !


"Beyond the outmost wall she stood. "Thus in the garden's narrow bound,

Attired like huntress of the wood : Flank'd by some castle's Gothic round,

Sandall'd her feet, her ankles bare,*** Fain would the artist's skill provide,

And eagle-plumage deck'd her hair; The limits of his realms to hide.

Firm was her look, her bearing bold, The walks in labyrinths he twines,

And in her hand a cup of gold. Shade after shade with skill combines,

"Thou goest!' she said, and ne'er again With many a varied towery knoi,

Must we two meet, in joy or pain. And copse, and arbour, decks the spot,

Fuli fain would I this hour delay, Tempting the hasty foot to stay,

Though weak the wish-yet wilt thou stay? And linger on the lovely way

--No! thou look’st forward. Sull attend, -Vain art! vain hope! 'tis fruitless all !

Part we like lover and like friend.' At length we reach the bounding wall,

She raised the cup-- Not this the juice And, sick of flower and trim-dress'd tree,

The sluggish vines of earth produce;
Long for rough glades and forest free.

Pledge we, at parung, in the draught

Which Genii love! - she said and quafi'd;
Three summer months had scantly flown, And strange unwonted lustres fly
When Arthur, in embarrass'd tone,

From her flush'd cheek and sparkling eye. Spoke of his liegemen and his throne;

X. Said, all too long had been his stay,

"The courteous Monarch bent him low, And duties, which a monarch sway,

And, stooping down from saddlebow, Duties, unknown to humbler men,

Lifted the cup, in act to drink. Must tear her knight from Guendolen.

A drop escaped the goblet's brinkShe listin'd silently the while,

Intense as liquid fire from hell, Her mood express'd in bitter smile ;**

Upon the chorger's ck it fell. * (MS.--"So the poor dupes exchanged esteem,

** (MS.-“ Wreathed were her lips in bitter smile.") Fame, faith, and honour, for a dream.") + IMS." Such arts as best her sire became.")

11 (MS

his broken tale, 1 MS.--" That who gives all," &c.]

With downcast eye and flushing cheeks, $ (MS.--"Now must she watch," &e.)

As one who 'gainst his conscience speaks.") U (MS. * her rastins chain.")

1: (M8. -" Ono hand her temples press'd to hide.") T("As some fair female, unadom'd and plain,

$$ ("* The scene in which Arthur, suted with his lawless love, Secure to please while youth confirms her reign,

and awake at last to a sense of his duties, announces his imme; Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies,

diate departure, is managed, we think, with uncommon skill and Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes;

delicacy.".--Quarterly Review] But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, When time advances, and when lovers fail,

BA (MS.-"A single warbler was awake.") She then shines forth, solicitous to bless,

191 (MS.-" To deep remorse.''} In all the glaring impotence of dress. "--GOLDSMITH.) *** (MS.-" Her arms and buskind foet were bare."']

Screaming with agony and fright,

At such high tide, were glee and game He bolted twenty feet upright

Mingled with feats of martial fame, -The peasant still can show the dint,

For many a stranger champion came, Where his hoofs lighted on the flint.

In lists to break a spear; From Arthur's hand the goblet Hew,

And not a knight of Arthur's host, Scattering a shower of fiery dew,*

Save that he irode some foreign coast, That burn'd and blighted where it fell!t

But at this feast of Pentecost The frantic steed rush'd up the dell,

Before him must appear. As whistles from the bow the reed;

Ah, Minstrels! when the Table Round Nor bit nor rein could check his speed,

Arose, with all its warriors crown'd, Until he gaind the bill;

There was a theme for bards to sound Then breath and sinew fail'd apace,

In triumph to their string! And, reeling from the desperate race,

Five hundred years are past and gone, He stood, exhausted, still.

But time shall draw his dying groan, The Monarch, breathless and amazed,

Ere he behold the British throne Back on the fatal castle gazed

Begirt with such a ring! Nor lower nor donjon could he spy,

XIII. Darkening against the morning sky ;S

"The heralds named the appointed spot, But, on the spot where once they frown'd,

As Caerieon or Camelot,
The lonely streamlet brawl'd around

Or Carlisle fair and free.
A tufted knoll, where dimly shone
Fragments of rock and rified stone.ll

At Penrith, now, the feast was set,

And in fair Eamont's vale were met
Musing on this strange hap the while,

The flower of
The King wends back to fair Carlisle;
And cares, that cumber royal sway,

There Galaad sate with manly grace,
Wore memory of the past away.

Yet maiden meekness in his face;

There Morolt of the iron-macess

And love-lorn Tristrem there : " Full fifteen years, and more, were sped,

And Dinadam with lively glance, Each brought new wreaths to Arthur's head. And Lanval with the fairy lance, Twelve bloody fields with glory fought,

And Mordred with his look askance, The Saxons to subjection brought : 1

Brunor and Bevidere. Rython, the mighty giant, slain

Why should I tell of numbers more? By his good brand, relieved Bretagne :

Sir Cay, Sir Banier, and Sir Bore, The Pictish Gillamore in fight,

Sir Carodac the keen,
And Roman Lucius, own'd his might;

The gentle Gawain's courteous lore,
And wide were through the world renown'd** Hector de Mares and Pellinore,
The glories of his Table Round.

And Lancelot,|||| that ever more
Each knight, who sought adventurous fame,

Look'd stol'n-wise on the Queen. Its
To the bold court of Britain came,
And all who suffer'd causeless wrong,

From tyrant proud, or faitour strong,

When wine and mirth did most abound, Sought Arthur's presence to complain,

And harpers play'd their blithest round, Nor there for aid implored in

A shrilly trumpet shook the ground,

And marshals cleard the ring;

A maiden, on a palfrey white, "For this the King, with pomp and pride,

Heading a band of damsels bright,
Held solemn court at Whitsuntide,

Paced through the circle to alight
And summon’d Prince and Peer,

And kneel before the King.
All who owed homage for their land,

Arthur, with strong emotions, saw Or who craved knighthood from his hand,

Her graceful boldness check'd by awe,
Or who had succour to demand,

Her dress like huntress of the wold,
To come from far and near.

Her bow and baldric trapp'd with gold,

U (MS.--" But on the spot where once they frown'd,

The stream begirt a sylvan mound. * The author has an indistinct recollection of an adventure

With rocks in shatter'd fragments crown'd.") somewhat similar to that which is here ascribed to King Arthur, Arthur is said to have defeated the Saxons in twelve pitched having befallen one of the ancient Kings of Denmark The hor

battles, and to have achieved the other fents alluded to in the text. in which the burning liquor was presented to that Monarch, is majd still to be preserved in the Royal Museum at Copenhagen.

** (MS.-" And wide was bluzed the world around."') 1 (MS.-"Curb, bit, and bridle he disclain'd,

it (MS.--"Sought before Arthur to complain,
Until a mountain creat he gain'd.

Nor there for succon sued in vain."']
Then stopp'd ;exhausted, all amazod,

11 (" The whole description of Arthur's Court is picturesque and The rider down the valley gazed,

appropriate."- Quarterly Review. But tower nor donjon," &c.] $

$$ Theclaracters named in the following stanza are all of them -" We now gained a view of the Vale of St. John's, a Very narrow dell, hemmed in by mountains, through whichua small

more or less distinguished in the romances which treat of King brook makes many meanderings, wishing little enclosures of Arthur, and his Round Table, and their names are strung together Erass-ground, which stretch up the rising of the hills. In the widest according to the established custom of minstrels upon such occapart of the dale you are struck with the appearance of an ancient

sions; for example, in the ballad of the Marriage of Sir Ga. ruined castle, which seems to stand upon the summit of a little

"Sir Lancelot, Sir Stephen bolde, mount, the mountains around formning an amphitheatre. This massive bulwark shows a front of various towers, and makes an

Thev rode with them that daye,

And, foremost of the companye,
awful, nude, and Gothic appearance, with its lofty turrets and
ragged battlements: we traced the galleries, the bending arches,

There rode the stewarde Kaye.
The weatest antiquity standy characterized in its

** Soe did Sir Banier, and Sir Bore, architecture ; the inhabitants near it ressert it is an antediluvian

And cke Sir Garra keen "The traveller's curiosity is roused, and he prepares to make a

Sir Tristrem too, that gentle knight,

To the forest fresh and greene.' Deater approach, when that curiosity is put upon the rack, by his being asured, that, if he advances, certain genii who govern the

(MS.--" And Lauocelot for evermore place, by virtue of their supernatural art and necromancy, will

That scowi'd lipon the scene."] strip it of all its beanting, and by enchantment, transform the TIT Upon this delicate subject hear Richard Robinson, citizen of magic walls. The vale seems adapted for the habitation of such London, in his Assertion of King Arthur: --" But as it is a thing beines ; its gloomy receases and retirements look like haunts of sufficiently apparent that whe (Guenever, wife of King Arthur) was

There was no delusion in the report ; we were soon beautiful, so it is a thing doubted whether she was chaste, yea or convinced of its truth; for this piece of antiquity, so venerable no. Truly, so far as I can with honestie, I would spare the imand noble in its aspect, 28 we drew near changed its figure, and payred honour and fame of noble women. But yet the truth of proved no other than a shaken massive pile of rocks, which stand the historie pluckes me by the eare, and willeth not onely, but in the midst of this little vale, disunited from the adjoining moun. commandeth me to declare what the ancients have deemed of her. lamna and have so much the real forn and resemblance of a castle, To wrestle or contend with so great authoritie were indeede unto that they bear the name of the Castle Rocks of St. John. HUTCHINSON'S Excursion to the Lakes, p. 121.

mei a controversie, and that greate."-- Assertion of King Ar. thure. Imprinted by John Wolfe, London, 1582.

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evil spirits

Her sandall'd feet, her ankles bare, *

That sigh and look, by ladies cast, And the eagle-plume that deck'd her hair.

Were neither seen nor felt. Graceful her veil she backward flung

From pleading, or upbraiding glance,
The King, as from his seat he sprung,

Each gallant turns aside,
Almost cried, 'Guendolen!

And only thought, 'If speeds my lance,
But 'twas a face more frank and wild,

A queen becomes my bride! Betwixt the woman and the child,

She has fair Strath-Clyde, and Reged wide, Where less of magic beauty smiled

And Carlisle tower and town;
Than of the race of men;

She is the loveliest maid, beside,
And in the forehead's haughty grace,

That ever heir'd a crown.'
The lines of Britain's royal racet

So in haste their coursers they bestride,
Pendragon's, you might ken.

And strike their visors down.

XVIII. "Faltering, yet gracefully she said

"The champions, arm'd in martial sort, 'Great Prince! behold an orphan maid,

Have throng'd into the list,
In her departed mother's name,
A father's vow'd protection claim!

And but three knights of Arthur's court

Are from the tourney miss'd. The vow was sworn in desert lone,

And still these lovers' fame survives
In the deep valley of St. John.'

For faith so constant shown,-
At once the King the suppliant raised,
And kiss'd her brow, her beauty praised;

There were two who loved their neighbours' wives, His vow, he said, should well be kept,

And one who loved his own. $

The first was Lancelot de Lac, Ere in the sea the sun was dipp'd, -1

The second Tristrem bold,
Then, conscious, glanced upon his queen:

The third was valiant Carodac,
But she, unruffled at the scene,
Of human frailty construed mild,

Who won the cup of gold,ll,

What time of all King Arthur's crew, Look'd upon Lancelot and smiled.

(Thereof came jeer and laugh,) XVI.

He, as the mate of lady true, "Up! up! each knight of gallant crest,

Alone the cup could quafl. Take buckler, spear, and brand !

Though envy's tongue would fain surmise, He that to-day shall bear him best,

That, but for very shame, Shall win my Gyneth's hand.

Sir Carodac, to fight that prize, And Arthur's daughter, when a bride,

Had given both cup and dame: Shall bring a noble dower;

Yet, since but one of that fair court Both fair Strath-Clyde and Reged wide,

Was true to wedlock's shrine, And Carlisle town and tower.'

Brand him who will with base report,--
Then might you hear each valiant knight,

He shall be free from mine.
To page and squire that cried,
Bring my armour bright, and my courser wight!

XIX. 'Tis not each day that a warrior's might

“Now caracold the steeds in air, May win a royal bride.'

Now plumes and pennons wanton'd fair, Then cloaks and caps of maintenance

As all around the lists so wide In haste aside they fing;

In panoply the champions ride. The helmets glance, and gleams the lance,

King Arthur saw, with startled eye, And the steel-weaved hauberks ring.

The flower of chivalry march by, Small care had they of their peaceful array,

The bulwark of the Christian creed, They might gather it that wolde;

The kingdom's shield in hour of need. For brake and bramble glitter'd gay,

Too late he thought him of the wo With pearls and cloth of gold,

Might from their civil conflict flow ; 1

For well he knew they would not part

Till cold was many a gallant heart.
“Within trumpet sound of the Table Round His hasty vow he'gan to rue,
Were fifty champions free,

And Gyneth then apart he drew; And they all arise to fight that prize,

To her his leading-staff resign'd,
They all arise, but three.

But added caution grave and kind.
Nor love's fond troth, nor wedlock's oath,
One gallant could withhold,

For priests will allow of a broken vow,

"Thou see'st, my child, as promise bound, For penance or for gold.

I bid the trump for tourney sound. But sigh and glance from ladies bright

Take thou my warder, as the queen Among the troop were thrown,

And umpire of the martial scene; To plead their right, and true-love plight,

But mark thou this:-as Beauty bright And plain of honour flown.

Is polar star to valiant knight, The knights they busied them so fast,

As at her word his sword he draws, With buckling spur and belt,

His fairest guerdon her applause, * (MS.-" The King with strong emotion saw,

in our tongue, savying certaine bookes of chevalrie, as they said, Her strange andre, mere reverend}awe.

for pastime and

pleasure ; which, as some say, were made in the monasteries, by idle monks or wanton chanons.

As one, for Alertadoss} like buntress of the wold,

example, La Morte d' Arthure; the whole pleasure of which book

standeth in two speciall poynta, in open manslaughter and bold Her silken buskins braced with gold,

bawdrye : in which booke they be counted the noblest knightes

that do kill most men without any quarrell, and commit fowlest Her { sandald feet, hers arms and buskin'ds ankles bare,

adoulteries by sutlest fres; as Sir auncelot, with the wife of And eagle-plumes," &c.)

King Arthur, his master; Sir Tristram, with the wife of King (MS.-" The lineaments of royal race."]

Marke, his uncle ; Sir Lamerocke, with the wife of King Lote,

that was his own aunt. This is good stufle for wise men to laugh 1 (Mr. Adolphus, in commenting on the similarity of manners at, or honest men to take pleasure at, yet I know when God's in the ladies of Sir Walter Scott's poetry, and those of his then Bible was banished the court. and La Morte d'Arthure received anonymous Novels, says. " In Rokeby, the filial attachment and into the prince's chamber."--ASCHAM'S Schonlmaster. duteous anxieties of Matilda form the leading feature of her cha See the comic tal of The Boy and the Mantle, in the third racter, and the chief source of her distresses. The intercourse volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry, from the Bretoni between King Arthur and his daughter Giyneth, in The Bridal

of Norman original of which Ariosto is supposed to have taken his Triermain, is neither long nor altogether amicable ; but the mo Tale of the Enchanted Cup. narch's feelings on first beholding that beautiful 'slip of wilder: T(" The preparations for the combat, and the descriptions of are too forcibly and naturally described to be omitted in this enu: the author's original, seizing the prominent parts of the picture

its pomp and circumstance, are conceived in the best manner of "In our forefathers' tyme, when Papistrio, as a standyng language, and the march and richness of the late 'Thomas War poole, covered and overflowed all England, fewe books were read / ton's versification."--Quarterly Revicio. 1813.)

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