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•Half of th\ 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 hright 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-lostt Arthur we bewail. All liail,J ye genuine kings! Britannia's issue hail I
III. 2. * Girt with many a baron bold.,
Sublime their starry fronts they rear;
In bearded majesty, appear.
What strains of vocal transport round her play'
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. III. 3.
* 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 nionumenis of his regret and sorrow f>r iheloss of her are sp>. to be seen at Northampton, (ieddinsrton, Waitham, and other places.
i It was the common belief of the WeMi nation, that King- Arthur was still aiive in Fairv-Land, and should return again to reign over Britain.
J Both Merlin'and Tal.essin had prophese.i, that the Wt lsh «hould regain tin ir sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the House of Tudor.
§ Speed, reiating an audience given by Queen F.li7.abeth to Paul Dzialin-ki, ambassador of Poland, says, ' And thus shij, lion-like rising-, daunted the malapert orator no less with her stately port a.id majestical deporture, than with th.e tartnes«eof her princeiie c heckes'
11 Taliessin, chief of the bards, flouri-hed in the sixth century. Hh works are still pn served, and ids memory held ia high veneration among his countiv men.
• The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful Love,
In *buskin'd measures move
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.
V!I. FOR MUSIC.$
* HENCE, a vaunt ('tis holy ground),
Comus, and his midnight crew, And Ignorance with looks profound,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
* Shakspeare. f Milton.
J The sui region of poets after Milton's time.
5 This Ode wa> performed in the Sena-tn-Hoiise at Cambridge,
July I, nt>9, at the uist-.il atiou of his jfrare Augustus Henry Fitzroy,
duke of Grafton, chancellor of the University.
Mad Sedition's cry profane,
Servitude that hugs her chain,
Nor in these consecrated howers
Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers*
Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain
Dare the Muse's walk to stam,
While bright ey'd Science watches round:
Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!'
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 undiscovered 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 stJe.
'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell,
And, as the choral warblings round him swell,
Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime,
And nods his hoary head, and listens to the rhyme.
'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, Oftwoo'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/
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth
High potentates, and dames of royal birth,
From haughty Gallia torn,
And fsad Chatillon, on her bridal morn,
That wept her bleeding Love, and princelyj Clare, And $Anjou's heroine, and || the paler Rose, The rival of her crown and of her woes.
And H either Henry there,
The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord,
That broke the bonds of Rome.
(Their tears, their little triumphs o'er,
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.
'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 theftcur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinii« College.
t Mary de Valentin, counie s of F mbroke, daughter of Guv de Chatillon, comte de St. Paul in France . of whom tradition says, that her husband, Audeniar 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 ihe name of Aula Mariae de Valentia.
I Elizabt th de Burg, countess of Clare, was wife of John de Hurg, son and heirof the liarlo Ulster, and daughter of Gilbert de Clare, earl of Gloucester, by .loan of Acres, daughter <>f Edward the First. Hence the poet give-* 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. Epoch- 2d, line uth.
|| Elizabeth YY'idville, wife of Edward the Fourth (hence called the paler Rose, as being of the House of York). She added to the foundation 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.
Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud
The 'venerable Marg'ret see!
To this, thy kindred train, and me:
'Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band,
Not obvious, not obtrusive, She
She reveres herself and thee.
* Countess of Richmond and Derby; the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges.
t The countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor: hence the application ot this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descenl from bo.h these families.
»J,i'«f P"ea8U[>er uuur!fJ,iey was chancellor of the University, in th# reign of Queen Elizabeth.