Meeter for me, by yonder cairn, Of one who, in his simple mind, May boast of book-learned taste refined. But thou, my friend, canst fitly tell - O'er poet's bosom holds its sway; Despising spells and demons' force, 1 See Note I. He took the Sangreal's holy quest, The mightiest chiefs of British song And Dryden, in immortal strain,2 Bade him toil on, to make them sport; Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marred the lofty line. Warmed by such names, well may we then, Though dwindled sons of little men, Essay to break a feeble lance In the fair fields of old romance; Or seek the moated castle's cell, Where long through talisman and spell, 1 See Note 2. 2 See Note 3. 1 Thy Genius, Chivalry, hath slept. There sound the harpings of the North, On venturous quest to prick again, In all his arms, with all his train, Shield, lance, and brand, and plume, and scarf, Fay, giant, dragon, squire, and dwarf, And errant maid on palfrey white. Well has thy fair achievement shown A worthy meed may thus be won: Ytene's oaks 1-beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made, Of Ascapart, and Bevis bold,2 1 The New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called. And that Red King,' who, while of old By his loved huntsman's arrow bled For thou hast sung, how he of Gaul, That Amadis so famed in hall, For Oriana, foiled in fight The Necromancer's felon might; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love: Hear, then, attentive to my lay, A knightly tale of Albion's elder day. 1 William Rufus. CANTO FIRST THE CASTLE I DAY set on Norham's castled steep,1 And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, The warriors on the turrets high, Their armour, as it caught the rays, In lines of dazzling light. II Saint George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung. 1 See Note 5. See Note 6. |