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"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 unblest, unpitied, here to mourn : In yon bright 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 glitt'ring skirts unroll? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! 'Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! "No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail. 'All-hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia's issue, • hail!
With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
The verse adorn again 'Fierce War, and faithful Love,
Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line;
"And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction dress'd. In buskin'd measures move
Pale Grief, aud pleasing Pain,
The diff'rent doom our fates assign. Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care; To triumph, and to die, are mine. [height. He spoke; and, headlong from the mountain's Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night.
$77. The Fatal Sisters. An Ode. GRAY. Now the storm begins to low'r (Haste, the loom of hell prepare); Iron slect of arrowy show'r Hurtles in the darken'd air.
Glitt'ring lances are the loom
Mista, black terrific maid,
Low the dauntless earl is laid, Gor'd with inany a gaping wound:
Fate demands a nobler head ;
Hurry, hurry, to the field!
$78. The Descent of Odin. An Ode.
Right against the eastern gate,
What call unknown, what charms, presume To break the quiet of the tomb? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest?.
To break my iron sleep again,
Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain tap
From yonder realms of empyrean day
Yet hither of a glance from high
$79. The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment. To bliss the place where on their op'ning soul GRAY, First the genuine ardor stole.
'Twas Milton struck the deep-ton'd shell;
OWEN's praise demands my song,
Big with hosts of mighty name,
Dauntless on his native sands
HENCE, avaunt ('tis holy ground!) "Comus, and his midnight crew, "And Ignorance with looks profound, "And dreaming Sloth of palid hue, "Mad Sedition's cry profane, "Servitude that hugs her chain; "Nor in these consecrated bow'rs
"Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain, "Dare the Muse's walk to stain,
se Ye brown o'er-arching groves,
"That contemplation loves,
Where willowy Camus lingers with delight!
"I trod your level lawn,
§ 80. Ode on the Installation of the Duke of Heavier toil, superior pain.
Grufton. Irregular." GRAY.
"While bright-eyed Science watches round: Hence away, 'tis holy ground !”
Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver bright
But, hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth,
High Potentates, and Dames of royal birth,
And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn
The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord
"What the bright reward we gain ?
Sweet is the breath of vernal show'r, "The bee's collected treasures sweet, "Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet "The still small voice of Gratitude." Foremost, and leaning from her gold'n cloud, The venerable Margaret see!
"Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in Welcome my noble son (she cries aloud), To this thy kindred train, and me: Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace "A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace. Thy lib'ral heart, thy judging eye, "The flow'r unheeded shall descry.
(Their tears, their little triumphs o'er
"What is grandeur? what is pow'r ?ef
"And bid it round heaven's altars shed: "The fragrance of its blushing head gate **Shall raise from earth the latent gem: "To glitter on the diadem.
Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming Band: "Not obvious, not obtrusive, she "No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings Nor dares with courtly tongue refin'd "Profane thy inborn royalty of mind: "She reveres herself and thee.
With modest pride to grace thy youthful "The laureate, wreath, that Cecil wore, she "And to thy just, thy gentle hand εἰς Submits the fasces of her sway, "While spirits blest above, and men below, "Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay. "Thro' the wild waves, as they roar,
With watchful eye and dauntless mien. "Thy steady course of honor keep, "Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore: "The star of Brunswick smiles serene, v "And gilds the horrors of the deep."
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§ 81. A Prayer for Indifference. GREVILLE.
Sweet airy being, wanton sprite,
That lurk'st in woods tinseen,' And oft by Cynthia's silver light, Tripp'st gaily o'er the green ;` `If e'et thy pitying heart was mov'd, As antient stories tell,
And for th' Athenian maid who lov'd Thou sought'st a wondrous spell;
Oh deign once more t'exert thy pow'r!
I ask no kind return of love,
No tempting charm to please; Far from the heart those gifts remove That sighs for peace and ease : Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too.. Far as distress the soul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree :: 'Tis bliss but to a certain bound; Beyond, is agony. !. Take then this treacherous sense of mine, Which dooins me still to smart; Which pleasure can to pain refine,
To pains new pangs impart." Oh haste to shed the sacred balm
My shatter d nerves new string; And for my guest, serenely calm, The nymph Indifference bring. LEA"
At her approach, see Hope, see Fear,
And Disappointment in the rear,
From sweetest, freshest, Row'rs distill'd, That shed fresh sweets for you!
And what of life remains for me
bu Half-pleas'd, contented will I be, Content but half to please.
Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor!
Oh take me to your hospitable doom!
Should I reveal the sources of my grief,
'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state you see; And your condition may be soon like mine, The Child of Sorrow and of Misery.
A little farm was my paternal lot;
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, [door, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh give relief and Heaven will bless your store!
$ 84. Pollio. En Elegiac Ode; written to the Wood near R- Castle, 1762. MICKLE.
Hæc Jovem sentire, deosque cunctos,
The playful school-boys wanton o'er the green, Where spreading poplars shade the cottage-door, The villagers in rustic joy convene.
Amid the secret windings of the wood,
With solemn Meditation let me stray; This is the hour when to the wise and goodThe heavenly maid repays the toils of day. The river murmurs, and the breathing gale
The star of evening glimmers o'er the dale, Whispers the gently-heaving boughs among:
And leads the silent host of heaven along. How bright, emerging o'er yon broom-clad height,
The silver empress of the night appears! Yon limpid pool reflects a stream of light,
And faintly in its breast the woodland bears. The waters tumbling o'er their rocky bed, Solemn and constant, from yon dell resound; H. h 2