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*Half of thy heart we consecrate.

(The web is wove. The work is done.") 'Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn

Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn :
In yon bright track, that fires the western skies,
They melt, they vanish from my eyes.

But oh! what solemn scenes, on Snowdon's height
Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll?
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight,

Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
No more our long-lost+ Arthur we bewail.
All hail,‡ ye genuine kings! Britannia's issue hail!
III. 2.

'Girt with many a baron bold,

Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.

In the midst a form divine!

Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line;
Her lion-port, her awe commanding face,
Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.

What strings symphonious tremble in the air,
What strains of vocal transport round her play'
Hear from the grave, great Taliessin,|| hear!
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings,
Waves in the eye of Heav'n her many-colour'd wings.
* Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales,
The heroic proof she gave of her affection for her lord is well known
The monuments of his regret and sorrow for the loss of her are stil, 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 Takessin had prophes ed, that the Welsh should
regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accom-
plished in the House of Tudor.

Speed, relating an audience given by Queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzialiu-ki, ambassador of Poland, says, “And thus she, lion-like rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her stately port and majestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of her princeife Checkes

Taliessin, chief of the bards, flouri-hed in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.

The verse adorn again

III. 3.

Fierce War, and faithful Love,
And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.

In buskin'd measures move

Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain,

With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

A †voice as of the cherub choir,

Gales from blooming Eden bear;

And ‡distant warblings lessen on my ear,

That lost in long futurity expire.

Fond, impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, hath quench'd the orb of day?

To morrow he repairs the golden flood,

And warms the nations with redoubled ray.

Enough for me: with joy I see

The different doom our Fates assign.

Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care;

To triumph, and to die, are mine.'

He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height, Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night.

VII. FOR MUSIC.§

Irregular.

I.

'HENCE, avaunt ('tis holy ground),
Comus, and his midnight crew,
And Ignorance with looks profound,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,

* Shakspeare.

+ Milton.

↑ The succession of poets after Milton's time.

This Ode was performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the instal ation of his grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy, duke of Graftou, chancellor of the University.

Mad Sedition's cry profane,

Servitude that hugs her chain,

Nor in these consecrated bowers

Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers, Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain

Dare the Muse's walk to stain,

While bright-ey'd Science watches round:

Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!'

II.

From yonder realms of empyrean day

Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay:

There sit the sainted Sage, the Bard divine,

The few, whom Genius gave to shine

Through every unborn age, and undiscover'd clime.

Rapt in celestial transport they,

Yet hither oft a glance from high

They send of tender sympathy

To bless the place, where on their opening soul

First the genuine ardour stule.

"Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell,

And, as the choral warblings round him swell,

Meck Newton's self bends from his state sublime,

And nods his hoary head, and listens to the rhyme.

III.

'Ye brown o'er-arching groves,

That Contemplation loves,

Where willowy Camus lingers with delight.

Oft at the blush of dawn

I trod your level lawn,

Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright

In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly,

With Freedom by my side, and soft ey'd Melancholy.'

IV.

But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth

With solemn steps and slow,

High potentates, and dames of royal birth,
And mitred fathers in long order go :
Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow,
From haughty Gallia torn,

And tsad Chatillon, on her bridal morn,

That wept her bleeding Love, and princelyt Clare,

And Anjou's heroine, and the paler Rose,
The rival of her crown and of her woes,

And ¶ either Henry there,

The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord,
That broke the bonds of Rome.

(Their tears, their little triumphs o'er,
Their human passions now no more,
Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb)
All that on Granta's fruitful plain
Rich streams of regal bounty pour'd,

And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise,
To hail their Fitzroy's festal morning come

And thus they speak in soft accord

The liquid language of the skies.

V.

'What is grandeur, what is power? Heavier toil, superior pain.

What the bright reward we gain?

The grateful memory of the good.

* Edward the Third; who added the fleur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinit College.

Mary de Valentia, counte s of F mbroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, comte de St. Paul in France, of whom tradition says, that her husband, Audemar de Valentia, ea 1 of Pembroke, was slain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundress of Pembroke College, or Hall, under the name of Aula Mariæ de Valentia. Elizabeth de Burg, countess of Clare, was wife of John de Burg, son and heir of the Ear! o Uister, and daughter of Gilbert de Clare, earl of Gloucester, by Joan of Acres, daughter of Edward the First. Hence the poet gives her the epithet of princely. She tounded Clare Hall. § Margaret of Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College. The poet has celebrated her conjugal fidelity in the former Ode: V. Epode 24, line 13th.

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Elizabeth Widville, wife of Edward the Fourth (hence called the paler Rose, as being of the House of York). She added to the foundaion of Margaret of Anjou.

Henry the Sixth and Eighth. The former founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity College.

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,

The bee's collected treasures sweet,

Sweet Music's melting fall, but sweeter yet

The still small voice of Gratitude.'

VI.

Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud
The venerable Marg❜ret see!

'Welcome, my noble son, (she cries aloud)
To this, thy kindred train, and me:
Pleased in thy lineaments we trace
+A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace.
Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye,
The flower unheeded shall descry,
And bid it round heav'n's altars shed
The fragrance of its blushing head:
Shall raise from earth the latent
To glitter on the diadem.

VII.

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Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band,

Not obvious, not obtrusive, She

No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings;
Nor dares with courtly tongue refined
Profane thy inborn royalty of mind:

She reveres herself and thee.

With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow
The laureate wreath, that ‡Cecil wore, she brings,

And to thy just, thy gentle hand

Submits the fasces of her sway,

While spirits blest above and men below

Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.

* Countess of Richmond and Derby; the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges.

+ 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 bo.h these families.

Lord Treasurer Burghley was chancellor of the University, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.

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