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Ye temples dim, where pious duty pays
Sir Joshua was proud, as well he tend to have made, to modern art; might be, of the Laureate's praises, but I say pretend, for though it is allow. seems to have felt that the poet, after ed that you have, like a true poet, all, loved in his heart the old“ wreath- feigned marvellously well, and have ed Gothic window," where “hues ro- opposed the two different styles with mantic tinged the gorgeous pane," the skill of a connoisseur, yet I may better than the « portraitures of attic be allowed to entertain some doubts of art" he had been induced to celebrate. the sincerity of your conversion." No “ I owe you great obligations for the wonder-for what can be finer, in its sacrifice which ye have made, or pre- way, than this:
" Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace
“ But chief, enraptured have I loved to roam,
It would not, we suspect, be easy -a wise and good man) who commu. for any one of our living poets to sur. nicated the anecdote_if anecdote it pass what we have been copiously be - to Dr Mant (now Bishop of quoting; if you think so, you had Down—a wise and good man too), better try. Strip Warton of his anti- says well, “ there is good reason to quarianism, we have heard it said, and think that the peculiar fondness for seen it written, and you leave him Castle Imagery, which Warton, on bare. Strip a cathedral of its anti. many occasions, strongly discovers, quity, and it becomes a barn. Play may be traced to this incident of his at the innocent game of strip-Peter. early days." Perhaps all the most naked till you are tired, but let Tom pleasing characteristics of Warton's wear his weeds. There is much in genius are, we think, exhibited in his what Joseph Warton relates of a visit Stanzas written at Vale-Royal Abbey he and his brother had with their fa in Cheshire-a monastery of Cister. ther, in very early youth, to Windsor cian monks founded by King Edward Castle. The old man-who had been the First, in consequence of a vow Poetry Professor in his day too, and which he made when in danger of ought to have been better-was angry being shipwrecked, during his return with Tom for not having expressed from a crusade. It was first founded any pleasure at the spectacle ; « Tho. in Dernhall, in the same county, in the mas goes on, and takes no notice of reign of Henry the Third ; but Ed. any thing he has seen ;' but Joe, who ward translated it to a place on the never forgot the remark, in maturer river Wever, not far distant, to which years observed, “I believe my bro. he then gave the name of the Valether was more struck with what he Royal. The versification-and the saw than either of us." And Dr measure is a noble one—is equal to Huntingford (late Bishop of Salisbury that of Davenant, Dryden, or Gray.
WRITTEN AT VALE-ROYAL ABBEY IN CHESHIRE.
“ As evening slowly spreads his mantle hoar,
“ How sunk the scene, where cloister'd leisure mus'd !
“ The golden fans, that o'er the turrets strown,
“ The prickly thistle sheds its plumy crest,
“ Here hardy chieftains slept in proud repose,
“ There oxen browze, and there the sable yew
“ By the slow clock, in stately-measur'd chime,
Nor distant shepherd peus his twilight fold,
“ High o'er the trackless heath at midnight seen,
“ Ev'n now, amid the wavering ivy-wreatha, (While kindred thoughts the pensive sounds inspire,) When the weak breeze in many a whisper breathes, I seem to listen to the chanting quire,
" As o'er these shatter'd towers intent we muse,
“ For though the sorceress, Superstition blind,
“ Though the vain hours unsocial Sloth beguild, .
Yet hence, inthron'd in venerable state,
“ Her ponderous vase, with Gothic portraiture Emboss'd, no more with balmy moisture flows; Mid the mix'd shards o'erwhelm'd in dust obscure, No more, as erst, the golden goblet flows.
“ Sore beat by storms in Glory's arduous way,
“ Here ancient Art her dædal fancies play'd
“ Here Learning, guarded from a barbarous age,
“ Hither the solitary minstrel came
“ Thus sings the Muse, all pensive and alone;
“ Thus sings the Muse :_yet partial as she sings,
" But much we pardon to th' ingenuous Muse ;
“ From these deserted domes now glories rise ;
“ Science, on ampler plume, a bolder flight
But by far the noblest of Warton's inspirations are his two odes—the Crusade-and the Grave of King Arthur. “ They have," quoth the author of Hohenlinden and Lochiel, “ a genuine air of martial and minstrel enthusiasm." And again," the spirit of Chivalry he may indeed be said to have revived in the poetry of modern times.” Scott took a motto for the Minstrelsy of the Border from War. ton—a most appropriate one“ The songs, to savage virtue dear, That won of yore the public ear; Ere polity, sedate and sage, Had quenched the fires of feudal rage." But Scott was indebted to Warton for far more than a motto-and has somewhere acknowledged the obligation_his genius was kindled by “ the Crusade,” and “ the Grave of Arthur"—nor has he surpassed, if indeed he has equalled them in any of his most heroic strains. The composition is more perfect than that of any thing Scott ever wrote—the style more sus. tained and the spirit more accordant with the olden time.
“ The Crusade" is supposed to have been the Song composed by Richard and Blondel, and sung by that min strel under the window of the Castle in which the King was imprisoned by Leopold of Austria.
Tremble, watchmen, as ye spy
“ Blondel led the tuneful band,
“ Soon we kissed the sacred earth
" Lo, the toilsome voyage past,
“ Bound for holy Palestine,
"' Syrian virgins, wail and weep, English Richard ploughs the deep!
For thee, from Britain's distant coast, Castle of Cilgarran, where this disLo, Richard leads his faithful host !
covery is supposed to have been made, Aloft in his heroic hand,
now a ruin, stands on a rock deBlazing, like the beacon's brand,
scending to the river Teivi in PemO'er the far-affrighted fields,
brokeshire, and was built by Roger Resistless Kaliburn he wields.
Montgomery, who led the van of the Proud Saracen, pollute no more
warriors at Hastings. The shrines by martyrs built of yore! From each wild mountain's trackless
THE GRAVE OF KING ARTHUR, crown In vain thy gloomy castles frown :
“ Stately the feast, and high the cheer : Thy battering engines, huge and high, Girt with many an armed peer, In vain our steel-clad steeds defy ;
And canopied with golden pall,
Amid Cilgarran's castle hall,
Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
" • Illumining the vaulted roof, We bid the spectre-shapes avaunt,
A thousand torches flamed aloof : Ashtaroth, and Termagaunt!
From massy cups, with golden gleam With many a demon, pale of hue,
Sparkled the red metheglin's stream : Doomed to drink the bitter dew
To grace the gorgeous festival, That drops from Macon's sooty tree, Along the lofty-windowed hall, Mid the dread grove of ebony,
The storied tapestry was hung : Nor magic charms, nor fiends of Hell, With minstrelsy the rafters hung The Christian's holy courage quell. Of harps, that with reflected light “ Salem, in ancient majesty
From the proud gallery glittered bright: Arise, and lift thee to the sky!
While gifted bards, a rival throng Soon on thy battlements divine
(From distant Mona, muse of song Shall wave the badge of Constantine. From Teivi, fringed with umbrage brown, Ye barons, to the Sun unfold
From Elvy's vale, and Cader's crown, Our cross with crimson wove and gold !'”. From many a sbaggy precipice
That shades lerne's hoarse abyss, “ The Grave of King Arthur” is
And many a sunless solitude even a still nobler strain
Of Radnor's inmost mountains rude), Henry the Second having undertaken to crown the banquet's solemn close, an expedition into Ireland to suppress Themes of British glory chose ; a rebellion raised by Roderic, King of And to the strings of various chyme Connaught, commonly called O'Con- Attempered thus the fabling rhyme. nor Dunn, or the brown Monarch of O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest Ireland, was entertained in his passage roared, through Wales with the songs of the High the screaming sea-mew soared ; Welsh Bards. The subject of their On Tintaggel's topmost tower poetry was King Arthur, whose his. Darksome fell the sleety shower ; tory had been so disguised by fabu. Round the rough castle shrilly sung lous inventions that the place of his The whirling blast, and wildly ilung burial was in general scarcely known On each tall rampart's thundering side or remembered. But in one of those Welsh poems sung before Henry, it When Arthur ranged his red-cross ranks was recited that King Arthur. after On conscious Camlan's crimsoned banks : the Battle of Carnlan in Cornwall,
By Mordred's faithless guile decreed was interred at Glastonbury Abbey,
Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed ! before the high altar, yet without any
Yet in vain a paynim foe external mark or memorial. After.
Armed with fate the mighty blow; wards, Henry visited the Abbey, and
For when he fell, an elfin queen,
All in secret, and unseen, commanded the spot, described by the
scribeg. oy the O'er the fainting hero threw bard, to be opened ; when, digging Her mantle of ambrosial blue ; near twenty feet deep, they found the And bade her spirits bear him far, body deposited under a large stone, in. In Merlin's agate-axled car, scribed with Arthur's name. This is To her green isle's enamelled steep, the groundwork of the ode ; but it is Far in the navel of the deep. told with some slight variations from O'er his wounds she sprinkled dew the Chronicle of Glastonbury, The From flowers that in Arabia grew;
The surges of the tun