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of Horror that, and thrilling Fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.

III, 2
Nor second He, that rode sublime
Upon the scraph-wings of Ecstacy,
The secrets of the' Abyss to spy.
He pass'd the the flaming bounds of Place and

Time,t
The living Throne, the sapphire-blaze,
Where Angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw ; but, blasted with excess of liglit,
Clos'd bis eyes in endless night.
Bebold where Dryden's less presumptuous car
Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear
Two Coursers of ethereal race,ll ling pace. I
With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resound.

JII, 3.
Ilark, his hands the lyre explore !
Bright ey'd Fancy hovering o'er,
Scatters from hier pictur'd urn
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.**

• Milton.
--flammantia mania mundi,

Lucretiu, * For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. And above the firmament that was over their heads, was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone.

'I his was the apprarance of the glory of the Lord, Exekiel, I. 20. 20, 28, και Οφθαλμων μεν αμερσε: σιδε σ' »θειαν αοιδων.

Hom. Od. || Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes,

Hast thou clothed his neck with thonder?
** Words that weep, and tears that speak. Cowley.

But ah ! 'tis heard no more".

Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit

Wakes thee now! Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,

That the Theban Eagle bear.t
Sailing with supreme dominion

Through the azure deep of air :
Yet oft before his infant eyes would run

Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun :

Yet shall he mount and keep his distant way, Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, [Great. Beneath the Good how far--but far above the

* We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind, than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's day.

† Asos cargos ogriga Suoy. Olymp. 2. Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues its flight, regardless of their noise.

THE BARD.

A PINDARIC ODE.*

I. 1.

• Ruin seize thee, ruthless King :

Confusion on thy banners wait ;
Though fann’d by Conquest's crimson wing,

They mock the air with idle state.f

Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, Nor e’en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail

* This Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward the first, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.

The original argument of this Ode, as its author had set it down on one of the pages of his common place book, was as follows: “The army of Edward I. as they march through a deep valley, are suddenly stopped by the appearance of a venerable figure seated on the summit of an inaccessible rock, who, with a voice more than human, reproaches the king with all the misery and desolation which he had brought on his country; foretels the misfortunes of the Norman race, and with prophetic spirit de. clares, that all his cruelty shall never extinguish the noble ar. dour of poetic genius in this island ; and that men shall never be wanting to celebrate true virtue and valour in immortal strains, to expose vice and infamous pleasure, and boldly censure tyranny and oppression. His song ended, he precipitates him. self from the mountain, and is swallowed up by the river that rolls at its foot.' + Mocking the air with colours idly spread.

Shakspeare's King John. | The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. Vol. XXIX.

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To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,

From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears !" Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride*

Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowden's sbaggy sidet

He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Gloster stood aghasti in speechless trance : To arms! cried Mortimer, § and couch'd his qui

vering lance.

1. 2.

On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o’er old Conway's foaming flood,

Rob'd in the sable garb of woe,
With haggard eyes the Poet stood :
(Loose his beard, and hoary bair |
Stream’d, like a meteor, s to the troubled air)
And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire,
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.

* The crested adder's pride. Dryden's Indian Queen.

+ Snowden was a name given by the Saxons to that mountain. ous tract which the Welch themselves call Craigian-eryri: it in. cluded all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far as the river Conway.

Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.

Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. Tbey both were Lords Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition.

|| The image was taken from a well known picture of Raphael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Ezekiel. There are two of these paintings both believed original, one at Florence, the other at Paris. 1 Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind.

Milton's Paradise Lost.

‘Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert-cave,

Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! O’er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave,

Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

I. 3.

· Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,

That hush'd the stormy main :
Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed :

Mountains, ye mourn in vain

Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topp'd head.

On dreary Arvon's shore* they lie, Smeard with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof the' affrighted ravens sail;

The famish'd eagle screams, and passes byt Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,

Ye died amidst your dying country's cries

* The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of An. glesey.

+ Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowden, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welsh Craigian-eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this : ay (I am told) the highest point of Snowden is called the Eagle's nest. That bird is cer. tainly no stranger to this island, as the Scots and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.) | As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart Shakspeare's Jul. Cæsar.

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