Far overleaps all bound, and joys to see Its ancient lord secure of victory : The theatre's green height and woody wall Trembles ere it precipitates its fall; The pond'rous mass sinks in the cleaving ground, ODE FOR MUSIC. PERFORMED IN THE SENATE-HOUSE AT CAMBRIDGE, Comus and his midnight-crew, Servitude that hugs her chain, Nor in these consecrated bowers Let painted Flattery 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, 't is holy ground!" From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay: There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, Through every unborn age and undiscover'd clime. Yet hither oft a glance from high To bless the place, where on their opening soul 'T was Milton struck the deep-ton'd shell, "Ye brown o'er-arching groves, That Contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright 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, And mitred fathers in long order go: Great Edward,* with the lilies on his brow, From haughty Gallia torn, And sad Chatillon,+ on her bridal morn * Edward the Third; who added the fleur-de-lis of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinity College. Mary de Valentia, Countess of Pembroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, Comte de St. Paul in France: of whom tradition says, that her husband, Audemar de Valentia, Earl 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, That wept her bleeding love, and princely Clare,* And either Henry there, The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord, (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud "Lo Granta waits to lead her blooming band, No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings; With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow Submits the fasces of her sway, While spirits blest above and men below * Elizabeth de Burg, Countess of Clare, was wife of John' de Burg, son and heir of the Earl of Ulster, 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 founded Clare-Hall. + Margaret of Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College. The poet had celebrated her conjugal fidelity in a former ode. Elizabeth Widville, 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 the founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity College. 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 both these families. **Lord-treasurer Burleigh was chancellor of the University in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, THE BARD. A PINDARIC ODE. I. "RUIN seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, To arms! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air,) To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. "Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head. I see them sit, they linger yet, With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. "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, The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that ring,|| * The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. + Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward. Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglesea. Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley castle. Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd; "Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies! + No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior § fled? Thy son is gone: he rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born, Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; "Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare: Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Long years of havoc urge their destin'd course, Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom, Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom. III. "Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) 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: * Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous queen. + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. § Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father. Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar. ** Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled hard to save her husband and her crown. ++ Henry the Fifth. Henry the Sixth, very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown. §§ The white and red roses, devices of York and Lancaster. The silver-boar was the badge of Richard the Third; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of The Boar. ¶¶ 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 still to be seen at Northampton, Geddington, Waltham, and other places. In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, Bat oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height All hail, ye genuine kings + Britannia's issue, hail! "Girt with many a baron bold In bearded majesty, appear. In the midst a form divine! Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line; What strings symphonious tremble in the air, Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures § move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horrour, tyrant of the throbbing breast. 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, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. The different doom our Fates assign. Be thine Despair, and scepter'd 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. THE DEATH OF HOEL. From the Welsh of Aneurim, styled the Monarch of the Bards. HE FLOURISHED ABOUT THE TIME OF TALIESSIN, HAD I but the torrent's might, To rush and sweep them from the world! To Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row, 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 Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor. Taliessen, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen. § Shakspeare. Milton. ¶The succession of poets after Milton's time. Ev'ry warrior's manly neck Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn, A LONG STORY. ADVERTISEMENT. MR. GRAY's Elegy, previous to its publication, was handed about in MS. and had, amongst other admirers, the Lady Cobham, who resided in the mansion-house at Stoke-Pogeis. The performance induced her to wish for the Author's acquaintance; Lady Schaub and Miss Speed, then at her house, undertook to introduce her to it. These two ladies waited upon the Author, at his aunt's solitary habitation, where he at that time resided, and not finding him at home, they left a card behind them. Mr. Gray, surprised at such a compliment, returned the visit; and as the beginning of this intercourse bore some appearance of romance, he gave the humourous and lively account of it which the Long Story contains. IN Britain's isle, no matter where, To raise the ceiling's fretted height, Full oft within the spacious walls, His bushy-beard and shoe-strings green, What, in the very first beginning, A house there is (and that's enough) The mansion-house at Stoke-Pogeis, then in the possession of the Viscountess Cobham. The style of building, which we now call Queen Elizabeth's, is here admirably described, both with regard to its beauties and defects; and the third and fourth stanzas delineate the fantastic manners of her time with equal truth and humour. The house formerly belonged to the Earls of Huntingdon and the family of Hatton. + Sir Christopher Hatton, promoted by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful person and fine dancing.-Brawls were a sort of a figure dance then in vogue, and probably deemed as elegant as our modern cotillons, or still more modern quadrilles. The reader is already apprized who these ladies were; the two descriptions are prettily contrasted; and nothing can be more happily turned than the compliment to Lady Cobham in the eighth stanza. The first came cap-a-piè from France, The other Amazon kind heav'n To celebrate her eyes, her air- Alas: who would not wish to please her: With bonnet blue and capuchin, Fame, in the shape of P-t, * Who prowl'd the country far and near, The heroines undertook the task; Thro' lanes unknown, o'er stiles they ventur'd, Rapp'd at the door, nor stay'd to ask, But bounce into the parlour enter'd. The trembling family they daunt, Each hole and cupboard they explore, Into the drawers and china pry, On the first marching of the troops, So Rumour says; (who will believe) Short was his joy: he little knew The words too eager to unriddle So cunning was the apparatus, * It has been said that this gentleman, a neighbour and acquaintance of Mr. Gray in the country, was much displeased at the liberty here taken with his name, yet surely without any great reason. Yet on his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phoebus he preferr❜d his case And begg'd his aid that dreadful day. The godhead would have back'd his quarrel: But with a blush, on recollection, Own'd that his quiver and his laurel The court was sat, the culprit there; Such as in silence of the night In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd The peeress comes: the audience stare, The Bard with many an artful fib And all that Groom could urge against him. But soon his rhetoric forsook him, Yet something he was heard to mutter, "He once or twice had penn'd a sonne, The ghostly prudes with hagged || face, "Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget, Why, what can the Vicountess mean!" "Decorum's turn'd to mere civility! [Here 500 stanzas are lost.] And so God save our noble king, And guard us from long winded lubbers, And keep my lady from her rubbers. *The Housekeeper. + The Steward. + Groom of the chamber. § A famous highwayman, hanged the week before. Hagged, i. e. the face of a witch or hag. The epithet hagard has been sometimes mistaken as conveying the same idea, but it means a very different thing; viz. wild and farouche, and is taken from an unreclaimed hawk, called an Hagard. Here the story finishes, the exclamation of the ghosts, which follows, is characteristic of the Spanish manners of the age when they are supposed to have lived; and the 500 stanzas said to be lost, may be imagined to contain the remainder of their long winded expostulation. THE FATAL SISTERS." AN ODE. (From the Norse-Tongue.) IN THE ORCADES OF THORMODUS TORFÆUS; HAF Hurtles in the darken'd air. Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, See the grisly texture grow, ('T is of human entrails made,) Shoot the trembling cords along; Sangrida, and Hilda, see, Ere the ruddy Sun be set, Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Wading through th' ensanguin'd field; Gondula, and Geira, spread O'er the youthful king your shield. We the reins to Slaughter give, Ours to kill, and ours to spare: They, whom once the desert-beach Gor'd with many a gaping wound: Soon a king shall bite the ground. Long his loss shall Eirin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see; Long her strains in sorrow steep, Strains of immortality! Horrour covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the Sun. Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. *The Valkyriur were female divinities, servants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their name signifies choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords in their hands; and in the throng of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to Valkallah, the hall of Odin, or paradise of the brave; where they attended the banquet, and served the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale. Hail the tax, and hail the hands! Triumph to the younger king. Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale, THE DESCENT OF ODIN. AN ODE. (From the same.) IN BARTHOLINUS, DE CAUSIS CONTEMNENDE MORTIS; HAFNIÆ, 1689, QUARTO. Upreis Odinn allda gauir, &c. UPROSE the King of Men with speed, Onward still his way he takes, (The groaning Earth beneath him shakes,) Right against the eastern gate, Thrice he trac'd the Runic rhyme ; The thrilling verse that wakes the dead; Slowly breath'd a solemn sound. Pr. What call unknown, what charms presume, Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, Long on these mouldering bones have beat The winter's snow, the summer's heat, O. A traveller, to thee unknown, Is he that calls, a warrior's son. For whom yon glittering board is spread, Pr. Mantling in the goblet see * Niflheimr, the Hell of the Gothic nations, consisting of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle: over it presided Hela, the goddess of death. |