Flames bursting thro' the central point, illume Spirits unbleft arise, and wheel around In myftic dance. There now in orgies dire, 'Gainft Britain's prince to wreak their ruthless At which, if acted in day's facred light, The fun, with horror ftruck, had backward fled; Or veil'd in dark'ning clouds his blazing head. Still from the Daemons, by their potent fpell Controll'd, dark words of doubtful import fell, They beat their breafts, and rend their fnaky Draw from their mangled fides the gufhing blood, skies, Invoke their kindred fiends with fiercer cries. Earth shakes more black the circling vapour flows, And the red flame with keener radiance glows. " Sleeps vengeance then, ye fons of baleful night, Exclaims fierce Urda, by the lurid light Dimly defcried; Oh fhame, oh dire difgrace! Say Say, have I weav'd in fate's myfterious loom In vain? No, yet again our knight renown'd Take him, my fifters, to your guardian care. But, whilft his breaft with high-wrought fury. Hurl him, like heaven's red bolt, to blaft our I breathe the scent of carnage! death pursues These hated clouds, and on the prospect close? 92 Her form of terror mid encircling clouds, And rufhing forward on the howling blaft, Stretch'd on his couch the Saxon monarch The fhades of darkness swim before his eyes. er the pow Of magic charms prolongs life's tranfient hour. hole. hole. Awaking from his death like fwoon, his eyes He wildly cafts around him; whilft arife A marble pillar huge, of fnow-white hue, And by them stood fair maids, their valour's pri ze, With plaufive fmiles, and love-illumin'd eyes. Of gentle youths, attending fpirits stand. But tho', whate'er could give to trouble Whate'er the wifh could form, or fancy please, Not Nor vifionary scenes, nor lofty ftrain, Nor fplendid banquet, nor obfequious train, And the bright forms of hero's, conqueft-crown'd, As will'd the fraudful fifters, in his heart Immortal Goddeffes,*) whofe guardian pow er, In wrath he cries, o'er - watch'd my natal hour, And havock reign'd, is this your guardian aid? Impaffive, if in arins and love I fail? Thro' you, on Ligon's Isle the proffer'd fight I fhunn'd; thro' you am deem'd a recreant knight. Perish the thought! a life preferv'd with shame My foul difdains Bc Hengift's death, or fame!" Before his view, earth trembling wide around, Valdandi, Skulda, thro' the rifted ground *) Starchaterus, a Swedish Champion, feems to allude to hole. bole. Arifing sudden, thus the knight addrest: be. Would be as Arthur is, renown'd to fame, 66 We grant thy daring with! they fwift re ply; In femblance of his radiant arms to fhine; T'affume his mien, his look, his voice, be thine. To guide thy courfe to thofe enchanted bow ers, That hold conceal'd the beauteous maid, is ours; She quit her dwelling, and repay thy love, ne But know, the danger's great, th' event Futurity's dark vapours intervene. Elude our fight, and blot the coming scene." " I mock her terrors, and her frowns despile, Around his head their ebon wands on high The fifters wave, and loudly thus reply: „Such radiant arms, redoubted chief! behold, fold; Thy |