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No more I weep. They do not sleep.
On yonder cliffs, a griesly band,
I see them sit, they linger yet,
With me in dreadful harmony they join,
Revere his consort's faith, his father's + fame,
Twin'd with her blushing foe we spread:
And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
66 6 Mighty Victor, mighty Lord,
Low on his funeral couch he lies! §
Is the sable warrior || fled?
Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.
Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows,
« 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.
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,
Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom,
Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.
"Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.)
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
+ Henry the Fifth.
Henry the Sixth, very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown.
§ The white and red roses, devices of York and Lancaster.
The silver-boar was the badge of Richard the Third; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of The Boar.
Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the
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.
+ 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.
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 selected 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, Blade with clattering buckler meet, Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.
(Weave the crimson web of war,)
As the paths of Fate we tread,
O'er the youthful king your shield.
We the reins to Slaughter give,
(Weave the crimson web of war.)
They, whom once the desert-beach
Low the dauntless Earl is laid,
Gor'd with many a gaping wound:
Fate demands a nobler head;
Soon a king shall bite the ground.
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.
[From the same.]
IN BARTHOLINUS, DE CAUSIS CONTEMNENDÆ MORTIS; HAFNIÆ, 1689, QUARTO.
Upreis Odinn allda gauir, &c.
UPROSE the King of Men with speed,
(The groaning Earth beneath him shakes,)
Right against the eastern gate,
Pr. What call unknown, what charms pre-
O. A traveller, to thee unknown,
Is he that calls, a warrior's son.
For whom yon glittering board is spread,
Pr. Mantling in the goblet see
0. Once again my call obey,
• 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,
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.
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, 1755, quarto.
Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the prinThis battle cipality of North Wales, A. D. 112. was fought near forty years afterwards. S North Wales.
In glittering arms and glory drest,
TOBIAS SMOLLETT, well known in his time for the variety and multiplicity of his publications, was born in 1720, at Dalquhurn, in the county of Dumbarton. He was educated under a surgeon in Glasgow, where he also attended the medical lectures of the University; and at this early period he gave some specimens of a talent for writing verses. As it is on this ground that he has obtained a place in the present collection, we shall pass over his various characters of surgeon's mate, physician, historiographer, politician, miscellaneous writer, and especially novellist, and consider his claims as a minor poet of no mean rank. He will be found,
in this collection, as the author of "The Tears of Scotland," the "Ode to Leven-Water," and some other short pieces, which are polished, tender, and picturesque; and, especially, of an "Ode to Independence," which aims at a loftier flight, and perhaps has few superiors in the lyric style.
Smollett married a lady of Jamaica: he was, unfortunately, of an irritable disposition, which involved him in frequent quarrels, and finally shortened his life. He died in the neighbourhood of Leghorn, in October, 1771, in the fifty-first year of his age.
THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND.
MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn
The wretched owner sees afar
What boots it then, in every clime,
The rural pipe and merry lay
And nought be heard but sounds of woe,
O baneful cause, oh, fatal morn,
The pious mother doom'd to death,
While the warm blood bedews my veins,
ODE TO LEVEN-WATER.
ON Leven's banks, while free to rove,
I envied not the happiest swain
Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave;