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Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
Two coursers of etherea? race,

With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.

III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,

Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn.

•But ah! 'tis heard no more

Oh ! lyre divine, what daring Spirit
Wakes thee now ? though he inherit
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,

tThat the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion

Through the azure deep of air:
Yet oft before his infant eyes would run

Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun:

Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the Hunts of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far—but far above the Great. VI. THE BARD.

* We have had in oar language no other odes of the sublime kind, than tint of Urwien on St. Cecilia** day: for Cowley (who had his merit") vet wanted judgment, style, ami harmony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so" ureal a man. Mr. Mason, indeed, of iate days, has touched the true chords, and with a inasti r!y hand, in noiue of his Choruses.—above alt in the last of Caractacus; *

'Hart.! heard ye not yon footstep dread»' &c.

t Pindar.


*RUIN seize thee, ruthless king!

Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann'd by conquest's crimson wing,

They mock the air with idle state.
Helm, or hauberk'st twisted mail,
Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears 1*
Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride

Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay,
As down the steep of Snowdon'st shaggy side

He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster§ stood aghast in speechless trance; 'To arms!' cried Mortimer,[| and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.

1.2. On a rock, whose haughty brow

Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,
Robed in the sable garb of woe,

With haggard eyes the Poet stood
(Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air);

* This Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, thai jgdward tie First, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered ail the bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.

t The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted iteelf to every motion.

t Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract which the Wel>h themselves call Cmigion-eryri; it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the Castle of Conway, built by King- Edward the First, says, ' Ad ortum aninis Conway ad clivum montis Erery ;' and Matthew of Westminster, (.ad ami. 1283), 'Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdoniae fecit erigi castrum forte.'

§ Gilbert de Chre, surnamed the Red, earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.

| Edmond de Mortimer, lord of Wisrmore.

Tiiev both were Lords-M'irchirs, whose lands lay on the border* of Wales, and probably accompanied the king n this expedition.

And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,

Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.

* Hark, how each {jpant oak, and desert cave,

Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!
O'er thee, oh king ! their hundred arms they wave,

Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;
Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day,
To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

I. 3.

'Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,

That hush'd the stormy main:
Brave Urien, sleeps upon his craggy bed:

Mountains, ye mourn in vain
Modred, whose magic song

Made huge Piinli'mmon bow his cloud topp'd head.
On dreary Arvon's shore* they lie,

Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale:

Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famish'd eagle t screams, and passes by. Dear, lost companions of my tuneful art,

Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,

Ye died amidst your dying country's cries

No more I weep. They do not sleep.

On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet,

Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, AndJ weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.»

• The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Me of Anglesey.

+ Camden ,md or'ier- observe, that rabies uxct annually to build their aerie anions the rocks of snowdon, wliii h trom thence" (as some think) were named by the Welsh Craigion e.yri, or the crags of the eairle*. At this dav (I am told) the highest point of hnowdoii is called the eagle's itest. That bird is certainly nostr.-in?er to this Maud, as the Soot*, and the people of Cumberland, V\ e^ticorehuid. Ace. can ttVify; it evtn has built it> nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. 'i>ee Willoughby's Ornithol. publislied by K.iy.)

I See the Norwegiau Od^ that follows. g

II. 1.

« Weave the warp, and weave the woof,

The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough

The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, •When Severn shall re-echo with affright; The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king! fShe-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,

That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate, I From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs

The scourge of Heav'n! What terrors round him wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combined, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.

II. 2.

'Mighty victor, mighty lord,

$ Low on his funeral couch he lies I No pitying heart, no eye, afford

A tear to grace his obsequies.
Is the sable §Warrior fled?
Thy sun is gone. He rests among the dead.
The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were bornf
Gone to salute the rising Morn.
||Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows,

While proudly riding o'er the azure realm.
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;

Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening-prey. II. 3.

» Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle.

t babel >f France, F.dw-rd the Second's adulteious queen.

I Triunipiis of Edward the Third in France.

§ Death of that kin?;, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by hi- courtiers and his nustrcsf.

(J L'.dward ihe Black 1'riuce, dead some time be Afire his father.

% Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froissard, »nd other contemporary writers.

* Fill high the sparkling bowl,

The rich repast prepare;
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:

Close by the regal chair
Pell Thirst and Famine scowl
A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Heard ye the din of fbattle bray,

Lance to lance, and horse to horse?

Long years of havock 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 murder fed, Revere his ^consort's faith, his father's)] fame,

And spare the meeklf usurper's holy head! Above, below, the **rose of snow,

Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread: The bristled ttboar in infant gore

Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom, Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.

III. 1.

"Edward, lo! to sudden fate

(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.)

* Richard the Second (as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the confederate lords in their manifesto, by Thoiua* of Waisin«ham, and nil the older writers) was starved to death. The story of his anamination, i.y Sir I'iers, or" Exon, is of much later date.

t Kuinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.

t H nry the Sixth, George duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower 01 London. I he oldest pari of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius ('

§ Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled hard to save her husband and her crown.

(I Henry the Filth.

If Henry the Sixth, very near beinj? canonized. The line of Lancaster had no risrl/f of inheritance to the -Town.

** The white a.: ■a red ro*es, devices of York and Lancaster.

ft The silver boar was the badsje <'t' Richard the Third: whence h« was usually known, in his own unit, by the name of the Boar.


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