Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud "Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band. Not obvious, not obtrusive, she No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings; With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay. ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dy'd The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, Her conscious tail her joy declar'd; Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, She saw; and purr'd applause. Still had she gaz'd; but 'midst the tide Betray'd a golden gleam. Countess of Richmond and Derby; the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges. f The Countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor; hence the application of this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descent from both these families. Lord-treasurer Burleigh was chancellor of the University in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. While some on earnest business bent 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed, Less pleasing, when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue; Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th' approach of morn. Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Yet see how all around them wait And black Misfortune's baleful train, Ah, show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey, the murderous band! Ah, tell them, they are men! These shall the fury passions tear, And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love, shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye, That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defil'd, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. Lo, in the vale of years beneath The painful family of Death, More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, Those in the deeper vitals rage: To each his sufferings: all are men, Yet ah! why should they know their fate? And happiness too swiftly flies. THE BARD. A PINDARIC ODE. I. "RUIN seize thee, ruthless king! On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) "Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. "Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main; Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. + Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward. Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. S The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglesea. "Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Is the sable warrior || fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, prey. “Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare: Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray ¶, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destin'd course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius **, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murther fed, "Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.)' Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height "Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear; In the midst a form divine! Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line; What strings symphonious tremble in the air, * Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled hard to save her husband and her Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in conquest of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of Berkley castle. her affection for her lord is well known. The mo Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adul-numents of his regret, and sorrow for the loss of terous queen. Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. § Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father. Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. ** Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar. her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Geddington, Waltham, and other places. It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and should return again to reign over Britain. ++ Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor. # Taliessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen. Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horrour, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice +, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear; And distant warblings lessen on my car, That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou, yon sanguine cloud, Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? And warms the nations with redoubled ray. The different dom our Fates assign. He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height THE FATAL SISTERS. § AN ODE. [From the Norse-Tongue.] IN THE ORCADES OF THOR MODUS TORFÆUS; HAFNIE, 1697, FOLIO; AND ALSO IN BARTHOLINUS. Vitt er oprit fyrir valfalli, &c. Now the storm begins to lour, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepare,) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air. Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe, and Randver's bane. See the griesly texture grow, ('T is 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. * Shakspeare. + Milton. The succession of poets after Milton's time. The Valkyriur were female divinities, servants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their name signifies choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords in their hands; and in the throng of battle seJected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to Valkalla, the hall of Odin, or paradise of the brave; where they attended the banquet, and served the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale. 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, (Weave the crimson web of war,) 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.) They, whom once the desert-beach Pent within its bleak domain, Soon their ample sway shall stretch O'er the plenty of the plain. Low the dauntless Earl is laid, Gor'd with many a gaping wound: Fate demands a nobler head; Long his loss shall Eirin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see; Long her strains in sorrow steep, Strains of immortality! Horrour covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the Sun. Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands! Triumph to the younger king. Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale, Learn the tenour of our song. Scotland, through each winding vale Far and wide the notes prolong. Sisters, hence, with spurs of speed; Each her thundering falchion wield; Each bestride her sable steed: Hurry, hurry to the field. THE DESCENT OF ODIN. AN ODE. [From the same.] IN BARTHOLINUS, DE CAUSIS CONTEMNENDÆ MORTIS; HAFNIE, 1689, QUARTO. Upreis Odinn allda gauir, &c. UPROSE the King of Men with speed, Right against the eastern gate, [sume, Pr. What call unknown, what charms preTo 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 snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest? 0. A traveller, to thee unknown, Is he that calls, a warrior's son. Tell me what is done below, For whom yon glittering board is spread, Pr. Mantling in the goblet see 0. Once again my call obey, Prophetess, arise, and say, Niflheimr, the Hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle: over it presided Hela, the goddess of death. What dangers Odin's child await, Pr. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom: 0. Prophetess, my spell obey: By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt? 0. Yet awhile my call obey, And snowy veils, that float in air. Pr. Ha! no traveller art thou, 0. No boding maid of skill divine Art thou, nor prophetess of good; But mother of the giant-brood! Pr. Hie thee hence, and boast at home, Has re-assum'd her ancient right; THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN. ‡ A FRAGMENT. FROM MR. EVANS'S SPECIMENS OF THE WELSH POETRY; OWEN's praise demands my song, + Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the stars, and Sun, shall disappear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred deities shall perish. For a further explanation of this mythology, see Mallet's Introduction to the History of Denmark, :755, quarto. Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the prinThis battle cipality of North Wales, A. D. 112. was fought near forty years afterwards. § North Wales. |