To come from far and near. At such high tide, were glee and game Mingled with feats of martial fame, For many a stranger champion came, In lists to break a spear; And not a knight of Arthur's host, Save that he trode some foreign coast, But at this feast of Pentecost Before him must appear. Ah, Minstrels! when the Table Round Arose, with all its warriors crown'd, There was a theme for bards to sound In triumph to their string! Five hundred years are past and gone, But Time shall draw his dying groan, Ere he behold the British throne Begirt with such a ring! A maiden, on a palfrey white, Almost cried 'Guendolen !' Pendragon's, you might ken XV. "Faltering, yet gracefully, she said- XVI. queen: "Up! up! each knight of gallant crest Both fair Strath-Clyde and Reged wide, And eagle-plumes that deck'd her hair." MS.-"The lineaments of royal race." 7 Mr. Adolphus, in commenting on the similarity of man ners in the ladies of Sir Walter Scott's poetry, and those of his then anonymous Novels, says, "In Rokeby, the filial attach ment and duteous anxieties of Matilda form the leading fea ture of her character, and the chief source of her distresses. The intercourse between King Arthur and his daughter Gyneth, in The Bridal of Triermain, is neither long nor altogether amicable; but the monarch's feelings on first beholding that beautiful slip of wilderness,' and his manner of receiving her before the Queen and Court, are too forcibly and naturally described to be omitted in this enumeration."-Letters on the Author of Waverley, 1822, p. 212. Then might you hear each valiant knight, To page and squire that cried, 'Bring my armor bright, and my courser wight! "Tis not each day that a warrior's might May win a royal bride.' Then cloaks and caps of maintenance In haste aside they fling; The helmets glance, and gleams the lance, And the steel-weaved hauberks ring. Small care had they of their peaceful array, They might gather it that wolde; For brake and bramble glitter'd gay, With pearls and cloth of gold. XVII. "Within trumpet sound of the Table Round Were fifty champions free, And they all arise to fight that prize,- Nor love's fond troth, nor wedlock's oath, For priests will allow of a broken vow, But sigh and glance from ladies bright Among the troop were thrown, To plead their right, and true-love plight, The knights they busied them so fast, Were neither seen nor felt. From pleading, or upbraiding glance, Each gallant turns aside, And only thought, 'If speeds my lance, A queen becomes my bride! She has fair Strath-Clyde, and Reged wide, So in haste their coursers they bestride, XVIII. “The champions, arm'd in martial sort, And but three knights of Arthur's court And still these lovers' fame survives For faith so constant shown, There were two who loved their neighbor's wives, And one who loved his own.' The first was Lancelot de Lac, 1 See Appendix, Note H. See the comic tale of The Boy and the Mantle, in the third volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry, from the Breton or Norman original of which Ariosto is supposed to have taken ais Tale of the Enchanted Cup. The preparations for the combat, and the descriptions of The second Tristrem bold, The third was valiant Carodac, Who won the cup of gold," What time, of all King Arthur's crew (Thereof came jeer and laugh), He, as the mate of lady true, Alone the cup could quaff. Though envy's tongue would fain surmise, That, but for very shame, Sir Carodac, to fight that prize, Had given both cup and dame; Yet, since but one of that fair court Was true to wedlock's shrine, Brand him who will with base report,― He shall be free from mine. XIX. "Now caracoled the steeds in air, In panoply the champions ride. XX. "Thou see'st, my child, as promise-bound, Is polar star to valiant knight, I tell thee this, lest all too far, its pomp and circumstance, are conceived in the best manna of the author's original, seizing the prominent parts of the picture, and detailing them with the united beauty of Mr. Scott's vigor of language, and the march and richness of he late Thomas Warton's versification."-Quarterly Review 1813. And fairly counter blow for blow;— But, Gyneth, when the strife grows warm, XXI. "A proud and discontented glow O'ershadow'd Gyneth's brow of snow; She put the warder by :- No petty chief, but holds his heir Than Britain's King holds me! Although the sun-burn'd maid, for dower, Has but her father's rugged tower, His barren hill and lee. King Arthur swore, "By crown and sword, XXII. "He frown'd and sigh'd, the Monarch bold: 'I give what I may not withhold; 1 MS. "if blood be spilt." With that he turn'd his head aside, Nor brook'd to mark, in ranks disposed, XXIII. "But Gyneth heard the clangor high, While plate and mail held true. XXIV. "But soon too earnest grew their game, Knights, who shall rise no more! Gone, too, were fence and fair array, And now the trumpet's clamors seem Already gasping on the ground Of chivalry the prime.' From head and beard his tresses gray, And quaked with ruth and fear; But still she deem'd her mother's shade And chid the rising tear. And many a champion more; Rochemont and Dinadam are down, And Ferrand of the Forest Brown Lies gasping in his gore. Vanoc, by mighty Morolt press'd Even to the confines of the list, Young Vanoc of the beardless face (Fame spoke the youth of Merlin's race), O'erpower'd at Gyneth's footstool bled, His heart's blood dyed her sandals red. But then the sky was overcast, Then howl'd at once a whirlwind's blast, And, rent by sudden throes, Yawn'd in mid lists the quaking earth, And from the gulf,-tremendous birth!The form of Merlin rose. XXVI. "Sternly the Wizard Prophet eyed The dreary lists with slaughter dyed, And sternly raised his hand :'Madmen,' he said, 'your strife forbear! And thou, fair cause of mischief, hear The doom thy fates demand! Long shall close in stony sleep Eyes for ruth that would not weep; Iron lethargy shall seal Heart that pity scorn'd to feel. Yet, because thy mother's art Warp'd thine unsuspicious heart, And for love of Arthur's race, Punishment is blent with grace, Thou shalt bear thy penance lone In the Valley of Saint John, A.. this weird' shall overtake thee; Sleep, until a knight shall wake thee, 1 "The difficult subject of a tournament, in which several knights engage at once, is admirably treated by the novelist in Ivanhoe, and by his rival in The Bridal of Triermain, and the leading thought in both descriptions is the sudden and tragic change from a scene of pomp, gayety, and youthful pride, to one of misery, confusion, and deatn."-Adolphus, p. 245. "The tide of battle seemed to flow now toward the southern, now toward the northern extremity of the lists, as the one or the other party prevailed. Meantime, the clang of the blows, and the shouts of the combatants, mixed fearfully with the For feats of arms as far renown'd XXVII "As Merlin speaks, on Gyneth's eye XXVIII. "Still she bears her weird alone, And crave his aid to burst her chain. sound of the trumpets, and drowned the groans of those whe fell, and lay rolling defenceless beneath the feet of the horses. The splendid armor of the combatants was now defaced with dust and blood, and gave way at every stroke of the sword and battle-axe. The gay plumage, shorn from the crests, drifted upon the breeze like snow-flakes. All that was beantiful and graceful in the martial array had disappeared, and what was now visible was only calculated to awake terror or compassion."-Ivanhoe-Waverley Novels, vol. xvi. p. 187 2 Doom. Tower nor castle could they ken; Here pause, my tale; for all too scon Lordlings and witlings not a few, Incapable of doing aught, Yet ill at ease with naught to do. Here is no longer place for me: For, Lucy, thou wouldst blush to see Some phantom, fashionably thin, With limb of lath and kerchief'd chin, And lounging gape, or sneering grin, Steal sudden on our privacy. And how should I, so humbly born, Endure the graceful spectre's scorn? Faith! ill, I fear, while conjuring wand Of English oak is hard at hand. II. Or grant the hour be all too soon Their rules from Nature's boundless grace, "The trammels of the palfraye pleased his sight, And the horse-millanere his head with roses dight." ROWLEY'S Ballads of Charitie. Damning whate'er of vast and fair Or sportsman, with his boisterous hollo, But oh, my Lucy, say how long Who loves in the saloon to show A new Achilles, sure,-the steel One, for the simple manly grace That wont to deck our martial race, Who comes in foreign trashery Of tinkling chain and spur, Of feathers, lace, and fur: IV Or is it he, the wordy youth, So early train'd for statesman's part, Who talks of honor, faith, and truth, As themes that he has got by heart; Whose ethics Chesterfield can teach, Whose logic is from Single-speech;2 2 See "Parliamentary Logic, &c., by the Right Honorable William Gerard Hamilton" (1808), commonly called “Sin gle-Speech Hamilton." |