When, like the conqueror of the Eastern World, That stemm'd with dauntless breast the Granic flood, His victor-sword immortal WILLIAM whirl'd, And Boyne's pale waters dyed with rebel blood. Since now, to health devoted, this calm shore That long on him clear-cheek'd Hygeia's smile, HERVA, * AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR. A RUNIC DIALOGUE. HERVA. ARGANTYR, wake!-to thee I call, * Doctor Hicks' literal prose translation in his Thesaurus Septentrionalis, of this ancient Norse Poem, is here given to gratify the reader's curiosity; also to show that it is used only as an outline, and that the following Poem is a bold Paraphrase, not a Translation. The expressions in Dr Hicks' prose, have a vulgar familiarity, injurious to the sublimity of the original conception. A close translation, in English verse, will be found in a valuable collection of Runic Odes, by the ingenious and learned Mr Mathias. After his example, some slight changes have been made in the names, for their better accommodation to the verse. Hervor." Awake, Argantyr!-Hervor, the daughter of thee "and Sauferlama, doth awaken thee! Give me out of the "tomb the hardened sword which the dwarfs made for Sau"ferlama." 'Mid the forest's inmost gloom, Of my filial right beguil❜d, The charmed Sword by birth-right mine! Idly does it now repose In the dark tomb with thee?-awake! Spells thy sullen slumber break! Now their stern command fulfill!- Or are my gross senses found Deaf to the low sepulchral sound ?— "Hervardur, Hiarvardur, Hrani,with helmet and coat of "mail, and a sharp sword, with shield and accoutrements, "and a bloody spear, I awaken you all under the roots of "trees. Spirits of a dauntless race, In armour clad, your tombs I trace. I wake you all from slumber mute, Speaks no voice of former time, "Are the sons of Andgrym, who delighted in mischief, now "become dust and ashes?-Can none of. Eyvor's sons speak "to me out of the habitations of the dead?" "Hervardur, Hiarvardur, Hrani!-so may you all be within "6 your ribs, as a thing that is hanged up to putrify among "insects, unless you cause Argantyr to deliver up to me "the Sword which the Dwarfs made, and the glorious belt !" 1. 17. Semblance cold-According to the Gothic Mythology, the spirits of Heroes slept in their bodies, which did not de Parch, as corse unblest, that lies My Sire to yield the charmed Sword! ARGANTYR. Arm'd amid this starless gloom, Thou, whose steps adventurous roam; cay. Putrefaction, therefore, was the heaviest curse that could be denounced. "Never shall enquirer come "To break my iron-sleep again, "Till Lok has burst his ten-fold chain." Gray's Descent of Odin, from the "Argantyr.Daughter Hervor, full of spells to raise the dead, "why dost thou call so?-wilt thou run on to thine own "mischief?-Thou art mad, and out of thy senses, who art desperately resolved to awaken dead men !”— |