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Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud
To this, thy kindred train, and me:
The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize; What female heart can gold despise ?
What cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sate by, and smild,) The slippery verge her feet beguild,
She tumbled headlong in.
Some speedy aid to send.
A favorite has no friend!
“Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band.
From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd,
And be with caution bold. Not all, that tempts your wandering eyes, And heedless hearts, is lawful prize ;
Not all that glisters, gold.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVORITE CAT, DROWNED
IN A TUB OF GOLD-FISHES.
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dy'd
The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclin'd,
Gaz'd on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd ; The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gaz'd; but 'midst the tide
The Genii of the stream:
Betray'd a golden gleam.
* 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 Uni. versity in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE
"Ανθρωπος εκανή πρόφασις εις το δυσυχείν.
Menander. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the wat'ry glade,
Her Henry's $ holy shade;
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
His silver-winding way.
Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade,
Ah, fields belov'd in vain,
A stranger yet to pain!
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
To breathe a second spring.
Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race
The paths of pleasure trace,
The captive linnet which enthral ?
Or urge the flying ball ?
$ King Henry the Sixth, founder of the college.
3 F 2
While some on earnest business bent
Their murmuring labors ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty ;
And unknown regions dare descry:
And snatch a fearful joy.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate 1 Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swifily flies. Thought would destroy their Paradise No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
A PINDARIC ODE.
Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed,
Less pleasing, when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sun-shine of the breast; Their buxom health, of rosy hue; Wild wit, invention ever new,
And lively cheer of vigor born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,
That fly th' approach of morn.
The little victims play!
Nor care beyond to-day.
And black Misfortune's baleful train. Ah, show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey, the murderous band !
Ah, tell them, they are men !
These sha.] the fury passions tear,
The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,
And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love, shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair,
And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,
And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defild, And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
A grisly troop are seen,
More hideous than their queen :
Those in the deeper vitals rage :
And slow-consuming Age.
Condernn'd alike to groan;
The unfeeling for his own.
- Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!"* Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay,
As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side
On a rock, whose haughty brow
And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,
“ Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave,
"Cold is Cad lo's tongue,
Modred, whose magic song
* 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 Glouces. ter and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.
1 Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. $ The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the Isle of Anglesea.
No more I weep. They do not sleep.
Revere his consort's* faith, his father'st fame, On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,
And spare the meek usurper'st holy head.
Above, below, the roses of snow,
Twin'd with her blushing foe we spread :
Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom,
Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom u• Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race :
Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) When Severn shall re-echo with affright
Half of thy heart we consecrate.T
The work is done.)' The shrieks of death, through Berkeley's roofs that The web is wove. ring, *
Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Shrieks of an agonizing king;
Leave me unbless'd, un pitied, here to mourn: She-wolf of France,t with unrelenting fangs,
In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, That tears the bowels of thy mangled mate,
They melt, they vanish from my eyes. From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs
But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height The scourge of Heaven. What terrors round him Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll? wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd;
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.
No more our long-lost Arthur** we bewail.
All-hail, ye genuine kings;tt Britannia's issue, hail! Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies !D
“Girt with many a baron bold, No pilying heart, no eye, afford
Sublime their starry fronts they rear; A tear to grace his obsequies.
And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old,
In bearded majesty, appear.
Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,
What strains of vocal transport round her play; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Hear from the grave, great Taliessin,11 hear; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway,
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, prey.
Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-color'd
wings. * • Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare : Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast :
* Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who Close by the regal chair
struggled hard to save her husband and her crown. Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful sınile upon their baffled guest.
† Henry the Fifth. Heard ye the din of battle bray,
1 Henry the Sixth, very near being canonized. The Lance to lance, and horse to horse ?
line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the Long years of havoc urge their destin'd course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. & The white and red roses, devices of York and Lan. Ye towers of Julius,** London's lasting shame, caster. With many a foul and midnight murther fed,
| 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. * Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkeley
| Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest castle. † Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of her affection for
her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret queen.
and sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at 1 Triumphs of Edward the Third in France.
Northampton, Geddington, Waltham, and other places. § Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and
** It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress.
King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and should re. | Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his
turn again to reign over Britain. father.
# Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the 1 Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster.
Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; ** Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor. the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be mur. 11 Taliessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth dered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part century. His works are still preserved, and his inemory of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar. held in high veneration among his countrymen.
Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore,
Shoot the trembling cords along; Sword, that once a monarch bore,
Keep the tissue close and strong.
Mista, black terrific maid,
Sangrida, and Hilda, see, Join the wayward work to aid :
'Tis the woof of victory.
“ The verse adorn again
Ere the ruddy Sun be set,
Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet,
Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.
(Weave the crimson web of war,
Let us go, and let us fly,
Where they triumph, where they die.
As the paths of Fate we tread,
Wading through th' ensanguin'd field; Gondula, and Geira, spread
O'er the youthful king your shield.
Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Songs of joy and triumph sing! Joy to the victorious bands;
Triumph to the younger king.
$ 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 Valkalla, 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.
Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenor of our song. Scotland, through each winding vale
Far and wide the notes prolong. Sisters, hence, with spurs of speed;
Each her thundering falchion wield Each bestride her sable steed:
Hurry, hurry to the field.
What danger Odin's child await,
Who the author of his fate?
Pr. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom:
His brother sends him to the tomb.
Now my weary lips I close :
Leave me, leave me, to repose. [From the same.]
0. Prophetess, my spell obey :
Once again arise, and say,
Who th' avenger of his guilt,
By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt?
Pr. In the caverns of the west,
By Odin's fierce embrace comprest,
A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear, And saddled straight his coal-black steed;
Who ne'er shall comb his raven-hair, Down the yawning steep he rode,
Nor wash his visage in the stream, That leads to Hela's* drear abode.
Nor see the Sun's departing beam : Him the Dog of Darkness spied,
Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile, His shaggy throat he open'd wide,
Flaming on the funeral pile. While from his jaws, with carnage fillid,
Now my weary lips I close : Foam and human gore distillid;
Leave me, leave me, to repose. Hoarse he bays with hideous din,
0. Yet awhile my call obey, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin;
Prophetess, awake, and say, And long pursues, with fruitless yell,
What virgins these, in speechless woe, The father of the powerful spell.
That bend to earth their solemn brow, Onward still his way he takes,
That their flaxen tresses tear, (The groaning Earth beneath him shakes,)
And snowy veils, that float in air. Till full before his fearless eyes
Tell me whence their sorrows rose :
Then I leave thee to repose.
Pr. Ha! no traveller art thou,
King of Men, I know thee now, Where long of yore to sleep was laid
Mightiest of a mighty line.The dust of the prophetic maid.
0. No boding maid of skill divine Facing to the northern clime,
Art thou, nor prophetess of good; Thrice he trac'd the Runic rhyme;
But mother of the giant-brood ! Thrice pronounc'd, in accents dread,
Pr. Hie thee hence, and boast at home, The thrilling verse that wakes the dead;
That never shall inquirer come Till from out the hollow ground
To break my iron-sleep again ;
Till Lokt has burst his ten-fold chain.
Has reassum'd her ancient right;
Till wrapp'd in flames, in ruin hurl'd,
Sinks the fabric of the world.
THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN.I
A FRAGMENT. Is he that calls, a warrior's son.
FROM MR. EVANS'S SPECIMENS OF THE WELSH Thou the deeds of light shalt know; Tell me what is done below,
POETRY; LONDON, 1764, QUARTO. For whom yon glittering board is spread,
Owen's praise demands my song,
Owen swift, and Owen strong ;
Fairest flower of Roderic's stem,
Gwyneth'sy shield, and Britain's gem.
† Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till Pain can reach the sons of Heaven!
the twilight of the gods approaches, when he shall break Unwilling I my lips unclose :
his bonds; the hunian race, the stars, and Sun, shall dis. Leave me, leave me, to repose.
appear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the 0. Once again my call obey,
skies: even Odin himself and his kindred deities shall Prophetess, arise, and say,
perish. For a further explanation of this mythology, sec Mallet's Introduction to the History of Denmark, 1755,
quarto. * Nifheimr, the Hell of the Gothic nations, consisted
1 Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died or of North Wales, A. D. 112. This battle was fought near sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle: forty years afterwards. over it presided Hela, the goddess of death.
$ North Wales.