High o'er the sinner's humbled head At length the solemn silence broke; And, from a cloud of swarthy red, The awful voice of thunder spoke. "Oppressor of creation fair! Apostate Spirits' harden'd tool! Scorner of God! Scourge of the poor! The measure of thy cup is full. "Be chased for ever through the wood; 'Twas hush'd: One flash, of sombre glare, Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill; Brought storm and tempest on its wing. Earth heard the call;-Her entrails rend; What ghastly Huntsman next arose, The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and thorn, With many a shriek of helpless woe; Behind him hound, and horse, and horn, And, “Hark away, and holla, ho!" With wild despair's reverted eye, Close, close behind, he marks the throng, With bloody fangs, and eager cry; In frantic fear he scours along.— Still, still shall last the dreadful chase, This is the horn, and hound, and horse, The wakeful priest oft drops a tear 25 THE FIRE-KING. "The blessings of the evil Genii, which are curses, were upon him." Eastern Tale. [1801.] 991 This ballad was written at the request of MR. LEWIS, to be inserted in his "Tales of Wonder." It is the third in a series of four ballads, on the subject of Elementary Spirits. The story is, however, partly historical; for it is recorded, that, during the struggles of the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem, a Knight-Templar, called Saint-Alban, deserted to the Saracens, and defeated the Christians in many combats, till he was finally routed and slain, in a conflict with King Baldwin, under the walls of Jerusalem. BOLD knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear, 1 O see you that castle, so strong and so high? "Now palmer, grey palmer, O tell unto me, 'Published in 1801. "O well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave, For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have; And well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon, For the Heathen have lost, and the Christians have won." A fair chain of gold 'mid her ringlets there hung; O'er the palmer's grey locks the fair chain has she flung: "Oh palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee, For the news thou hast brought from the Holy Countrie. "And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on, 0 saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?" "O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it flows; Your castle stands strong, and your hopes soar on high, "The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls, O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed; Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie, A heathenish damsel his light heart had won, "O Christian, brave Christian, my love wouldst thou be, “And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore "And, last, thou shalt aid us with counsel and hand, He has thrown by his helmet, and cross-handled sword, And in the dread cavern, deep, deep under ground, Amazed was the Princess, the Soldan amazed, Again in the cavern, deep, deep under ground, |