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Nor oh! forbid the twisted thorn,
That rudely binds his turf forlorn,
With spring's green-swelling buds to vegetate anew.
What though no marble-piled bust
Adorn his desolated dust,
With speaking sculpture wrought?
Pity shall woo the weeping Nine
To build a visionary shrine,
Hung with unfading flowers, from fairy regions brought.
What though refus'd each chanted rite?
Her viewless mourners' shall delight
To touch the shadowy shell:
And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom
Of Laura, lost in early bloom,
In many a pensive pause shall seem to ring his knell.
To sooth a lone, unhallow'd shade,
This votive'dirge sad duty paid,
Within an ivied nook :
Sudden the half-sunk orb of day
More radiant shot its parting ray,
And thus a cherub-voice my charm’d attention took:
,,Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise;
Nor thus for guilt in specious lays
The wreath of glory twine:
„ In vain with hues of gorgeous glow.
„Gay Fancy gives her vest to flow,
„Unless truth's matron- hand the floating folds confine.
,,Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove,
„Permits through life at large to rove
The tribes of hell-born woe:
Yet the same power that wisely sendo
„Life's fiercest ills, indulgent lends
„Religion's golden shield to break th' embattled foe.
Her aid divine had lull'd to rest
Yon foul self-murderer's throbbing breast,
And stay'd the rising storm:
Had bade the sun of hope appear
,,To gild the darken'd' lemisphere,
„And give the wonted bloom to nature's blasted form.
Vain man! 'tis Heaven's prerogative
To take, what first it deigo'd to give,
„Thy tributary breath :
„, In awful expectation plac'd,
Await thy doom, nor impious haste
To pluck from God's right hand his instruments of death."
3) THE GRAVE OF KING ATTRU A.
hent. King Henry the Second having undertaken an expedition into Ireland, to suppress a rebellion raised by Roderick King of Coonaught, commonly called 0 Connor Dun, or the Brown Monarch of Ireland, was entertained, in his passage throngh Wales, with the songs of the Welsh bards. The subject of their poetry was King Arthur, whose history had been so disguised by fabulous is• ventions, that the place of his burial was in general scarcely knowa or remembered. But in one of these Welste poems sung before Henry, it was recited, that King Arthur, after the baule of CamJan, in Cornwall, was, interred at Glastonbury *) abbey, before the high altar, yet without any external mark or memorial. AfterwardsHenry visited the abbey, and commanded the spot described by the bard to be opened: when digging near 90 feet deep, they found the body, deposited under a large stone, inscribed with Arthur's
This is the ground - work of the following ode: but for the heller accommodation of the story to our present purpose, it is told with some slight variations froin the Chronicle of Glasteabury. The Castle of Cilgarran, where this discovery is supposed to have been made, now a romantic ruin, stands on a rock descending to the river Teivi, in Pembrokeshire; and was built by Roger Montgomery, who led the 'van of the Normans at Hastings.
Stately the feast, and high the cheer;
Girt with many an armed peer,
And canopied with golden pall,
Amid Cilgarran's castle hall,
*) Das Kloster zu Glastonbury nahm zur Zeit seines Flors einen Strich von 60 Meilen ein. Jetzt ist nichts mehr übrig als ein kleiner Theil der Kirche, Trimmer von der Josephs- Kapelle, die Küche des Abts und etliche morsche Mauern.
Die Britti schen Barden, unter welchen sich die Überlieferung von dem Tode und dem Begräbnisse des grossen Königs Arthur erhalten hatte, waren in die W’allisischen Berge geflüchtet, als ir Land von den Sachsen erobert wurde. Alig geographische ! Ephemeriden. Dezember 1800.
Sublime in formidable state,
And warlike splendour, Henry sate;
Prepard to stain the briny flood
Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
"Illumining the vaulted roof,
A thousand torches flam'd aloof:
From massy cups, with golden gleam,
Sparkled the red metheglin's stream:
To grace the gorgeous festival,
Along the lolly - Window'd hall,
The storied tapestry was hung:
With minstrelsy the rafters rung
Of harps, that with reflected light
From the proud gallery glitter'd bright:
While' gifted bards, a rival throng,
(From distant Mona,, nurse of song,
From Teivi, fring'd with umbrage brown,
From Elvy's vale, and Cader's crown,
From many a shaggy precipice
That shades lerne's hoarse abyss,
And many a sunless solitude
Of Radnor's inmost mountains rude,)
To crown the banquet's solema close,
Themes of British glory chose;
And to the strings of various chime
Attemper'd thus the fabling rhyme:
O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd,
High the screaming sea - inew soar'd;
On Tintaggel's *) topmost tower
Darksome fell the sleety shower;
Round the rough castle shrilly sung
„The whirling blast, and wildly flung
„On each tall rampart's thundering side
„The surges of the tumbling tide:
„When Arthur rang'd his red-cross ranks
„On conscious Camlan's crimson'd banks :
-) Tintaggel, or Tintadged castle, where King Arthur is said to have been born, and to have chiefly resided. Some of its huge fragments still remain, on a rocky peninsular cape, . of a prodigious declivity towards the sea, and almost inaccessible from the land side, on the southern coasts of Cornwall.
„By Mordred's faithless guile decreed
„Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed!
,,Yet in vain a paynim foe
„Arm'd with fate the miglıy blow;
„For when he fell, an elfin
„All in secret, and unseen,
„O'er the fainting hero ibrew
„Her mantle of ambrosial blue;
„ And bade her spirits bear him far
In, Merlin's agate -axled car,
„To her green isle's enameld steep,
„Par in the navel of the deep.
O'er his wounds she sprinkled dew
From flowers that in Arabia grew:
On a rich enchanted bed
„She pillow'd his majestic head;
„O'er his brow, with whispers blan.),
Thrice she wavid an opiate wand;
„And to soft music's airy sound,
„Her magic curtains clos'd around.
~ There, renew'd the vital spring,
„Again he reigos a mighty king;
„And many a fair and fragrant clime,
Blooming in immortal prime,
By gales of Eden' ever fann'd,
„Owns the monarch's high command;
,,Thence to Britain shall return,
„(If right prophetic rolls I learn)
„Borne on victory's spreading plume,
„His ancient sceptre to resume;
Once more, in old heroic pride,
His barbed courser to bestride;
„His knightly table to restore,
And the brave tournaments of yore."
They ceas'd: when on the tuneful stage
Advanc'd a bard, of aspect sage;
His silver tresses, ibin besprent,
To age a graceful reverence lent;
His beard, all wbite as spangles frore
That clothe Plinlimmon's fores:s hoar,
Down to his harp descending flow'd;
With time's faint rose bis features glow'd;
eyes diffus'd a soften'd fire,
And thus he wak'd the warbling wire:
„Liften, Henry, to my reed!
„Not from fairy realms I lead
, Bright-rob'it tradition, to relate
, In forged colours Arthur's fate;
Though much of old romantic lore
„Oa the bigh theme I keep in store:
,,But boasulul fiction sbould be dumb,
Where truth the strain might best become.
„If thine ear may still be wou
„ With songs of Uther's glorious son;
Henry, I a tale unfold,
yet in rhyme enroll'd,
„Nor sung nor harp'd in hall or bower;
„Which in my youth's full early flower,
„A minstrel, sprung of Cornish line,
Who spoke of kings from old Locrine,
„ Taught me to chant, one 'vernal dawn,
„Deep in a cliff- encircled lawn,,
What time the glistening vapours fled
„From cloud - envelop'd Clyder's *) head;
And on its sides the torrents gray
Shone to the morning's orient ray.
When Arthur bow'd his haughty crest,
No princess, veil'd in azure vest,
Snatch'd him, by Merlin's potent gpell,
„In groves of golden bliss to dwell;
„Where, crown'd with wreaths of misletoe,
„Slaughter'd kings in glory go:
„But when be fell, with winged speed,
His champions, on a milk-white steed,
„From the battle's, hurricane,
„Bore him to Joseph's towered fane,
„In the fair vale of Avalon **):
„ There, with chanted orison,
„And the long blaze of tapers clear,
The stoled fathers met the bier ;
> Or Glyder, a mountain in Caernarvonshire.
**) Glastonbury abbey, said to be founded by Joseph of Ari. mathea, in a spot anciently called the island or valley of Avalonia.