Herman, or Arminius, is the favourite hero of Germany, whose liberty he defended against the oppression of Rome: Flavus, his brother, sided with the Romans, and in consequence his memory is as much detested by his countrymen, as that of Arminius is beloved. I forget where I met with the original of this Ballad.

WHERE rolls the Wefer's golden fand,
Did erft Sir Hengift's castle stand,

A warrior brave and good:

His lands extended far and wide,

Where ftream'd full many a plenteous tide,
Where frown'd full many a wood.

It

It chanced, that homewards from the chace

Sir Hengift urged his courfer's pace,

The fhadowy dales among,

While all was ftill, and late the hour,
And far off, in the castle tower,
The bell of midnight rung.

Sudden, a piercing fhriek refounds
Throughout the foreft's ample bounds;
A wildly dreadful yell`;

The dogs, by trembling, own their fear,
As if they scent some bad thing near,

Some foul enlarged from hell!

"See, father!" cried young Egbert; "fee "Beneath the fhade of yonder tree "What fearful form is spread! "How fire around his temples glows! "How from his lance and fingers flows "The ftream of bloody red !"

"Stay here!" faid Hengift, then with speed Towards the ftranger fpurr'd his steed;

"What brings thee here, Sir Knight, "Who dar'ft in my domains to bear "Alance, and by thy haughty air "Seem'ft to demand the fight ?”

"Long

-"Long has my arm forgot to wield
"The fword, and raife the maffy thield,"
Replied the ftranger drear :

"Peace to this brown oak's hallow'd fhade!
"Peace to the bones which here are laid,
"And which we both revere!

"Know'st thou not Siegmar, Herman's fire,
"That arm of fteel, that foul of fire?
"Here is his grave.-My name
"Is Flavus-at that found the woods
"With curfes ring, and Wefer's floods
My infamy proclaim!

"For fuch is vengeful Odin's will
"And doom, that traitor-curfes ftill
"Thick on my head shall be,
"Till from the blood of brethren flain,
My gory hands and lance again
"I pure and spotless fee.

"Still then, when midnight hours permit

"Pale fpe&tres Hela's realm to quit,

"Ifeek this hallow'd place;

"With tears bedew thefe crimson blots,

"And strive to wash away the spots

"No pains can now efface!"

He

He ceased; when Odin's eagle came,
By Odin arm'd with blasting flame,
And feized the phantom knight:
Loud fhrieks the spectre's pangs reveal'd,
And foon a cloud his form conceal'd
From awe-ftruck Hengift's fight.

"Son!" faid the chief, with horror chill'd,
While down his brows cold dews distill'd,
"Now take your fword in hand,

"And fwear with me, each drop of gore,
"That fwells your veins, well pleased to pour
"To guard your native land !"-

No.

No. IV.

ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE.

ORIGINAL.

-M. G. LEWIS,

This was first published in the Third Volume of Ambrosio, or the Monk.

A WARRIOR fo bold and a virgin fo bright
Converfed, as they fat on the green;

They gazed on each other with tender delight:
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight,

The maid's was the Fair Imogine.

"And, oh!" faid the youth, "fince to-morrow I ge

"To fight in a far-distant land,

"Your tears for my abfence foon leaving to flow,

"Some other will court you, and you will bestow

"On a wealthier fuitor

your hand.".

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