No. XXII. FREDERICK AND ALICE. GERMAN.WALTER SCOTT. This Ballad is translated (but with such alterations and additions, that it may almost be called original) from the fragment of a Romance, sung in Goethe's Opera of in Goethe's Opera of "Claudina von Villà Bella." FREDERICK leaves the land of France, Careless casts the parting glance Joying in his prancing steed, Keen to prove his untried blade, Helpless, Helpless, ruin'd, left forlorn, Mourn'd o'er love's fond contract torn, Mark her breaft's convulfive throbs! Wild she curfed, and wild fhe pray'd; Far from her, and far from France, Heard ye not the boding found, Told the fourth, the fated hour? Starts the fteed, and fnuffs the air, Yet no caufe of dread appears; Briftles high the rider's hair, Struck with ftrange myfterious fears. " Desperate, Defperate, as his terrors rife, Seven long days, and seven long nights, Dark the feventh fad night defcends; Weary, wet, and spent with toil, Where his head fhall Frederick hide? Where, but in yon ruin'd aisle, By the lightning's flash defcried, To the portal dank and low, Faft his fteed the wanderer bound; Down a ruin'd staircase, flow Next his darkling way he wound, Long drear vaults before him lie! Often Often loft their quivering beam, Thundering voices from within, Lent its wild and wondrous clofe! Midft the din, he feem'd to hear Hark! for now a folemn knell FOUR times on the still night broke ; FOUR times, at its deaden'd fwell, Echoes from the ruins fpoke, As the lengthen'd clangours die, But a funeral's form it wore! Coffins for the feats extend; All with black the board was spread, 1 Alice, |