THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN. CANTO FIRST. I. WHERE is the Maiden of mortal strain, That may match with the Baron of Triermain !! She must be lovely, and constant, and kind, Holy and pure, and humble of mind, Blithe of cheer, and gentle of mood, Triermain was a fief of the Barony of Gilsland, in Cumberland; it was possessed by a Saxon family at the time of the Conquest, but, "after the death of Gilmore, Lord of Tryermaine and Torcrossock, Hubert Vaux gave Tryermaine and Torcrossock to his second son, Ranulph Vaux; which Ranulph afterwards became heir to his elder brother Robert, the founder of Lanercost, who died without issue. Ranulph, being Lord of all Gilsland, gave Gilmore's lands to his own younger son, named Roland, and let the Barony descend to his eldest son Robert, son of Ranulph. Roland had issue Alexander, and he Ranulph, after whom succeeded Robert, and they were named Rolands successively, that were lords thereof, until the reign of Edward the Fourth. That house gave for arms, Vert a bend dexter, chequy, or, and gules.” -BURN's Antiquities of Westmoreland and Cumberland, vol. ii. p. 482. See Appendix, Note A. Lovely as the sun's first ray, When it breaks the clouds of an April day; Holy as hermit's vesper strain; Gentle as breeze that but whispers and dies, Yet blithe as the light leaves that dance in its sighs, Such must her form be, her mood, and her strain, II. Sir Roland de Vaux he hath laid him to sleep, All in the castle must hold them still, With the slow soft tunes he loves the best, Like the dew on a summer hill. It was the dawn of an autumn day; The sun was struggling with frost-fog gray, When that Baron bold awoke. IV. "Hearken, my minstrels! Which of ye Touch'd his harp with that dying fall. So sweet, so soft, so faint, It seem'd an angel's whisper'd call Το an expiring saint? all And hearken, my merry-men! What time or where Did she pass, that maid with her heavenly brow, With her look so sweet and her eyes so fair, And her graceful step and her angel air, And the eagle plume in her dark-brown hair, That pass'd from my bower e'en now!" V. Answer'd him Richard de Bretville; he ་ Silent, noble chieftain, we Have sat since midnight close, When such lulling sounds as the brooklet sings, And hush'd you to repose. Else had I heard the steps, though low That drop when no winds blow." VI. "Then come thou hither, Henry, my page, And redden'd all the Nine-stane Hill, The trustiest thou of all my train, My fleetest courser thou must reign, And ride to Lyulph's tower, And from the Baron of Triermain He is Greet well that Sage. of power. And British bards that tun'd their lyres He the characters can trace, To that enchanting shape gave birth, Such as fantastic slumbers bring, Fram'd from the rainbow's varying dyes, Or fading tints of western skies. 2 1 Dunmailraise is one of the grand passes from Cumberland into Westmoreland. It takes its name from a cairn, or pile of stones, erected, it is said, to the memory of Dunmail, the last King of Cumberlaud. 2 ["Just like Aurora when she ties VOL. XI. MOORE.] |