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THE BARD. The following Ode is founded on a Tradition current in Wales, that
Edward I. when he completed the conquest of that couutry, ordered
Confusion on thy banners wait;
They mock the air with idle state.
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears ?'
Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowden's shaggy side
He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Gloster stood aghast* in speechless trance : To arms! cried Mortimer, f and couch'd his quivering lance.
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Rob'd in the sable garb of woe,
Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath !
Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe !
· Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
That hush'd the stormy main:
Mountains, ye mourn in vain
Modred, whose magic song
* Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and He-tford, son-in-law to King Edward.
+ Edmond de Mortimer, lord of Wigm re.
On dreary Arvon's shore* they lie,
The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep.
On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,
Avengers of their native land :
• Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ;
Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King !t
She-wolf of France, I with unrelenting fangs That tearst the bowels of thy mangled Mate,
From thee be born, $ who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of Heaven. What terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van, with flight combin’d, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.
• Mighty Victor, mighty Lord,. Low on his funeral couch he lies ! ||
No pitying heart, no eye, afford
The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the Isle of Anglesey. + Edward II. cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle. | Isabel of France, Edward II.'s adulterous queen.
Triumphs of Edward III, in France. || Death of that king abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers.
Edward the Black Prince died some time before his father.
Fair laughs the Morn* and soft the Zephyr blows,
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm :
• Fill high the sparkling bowl,t The rich repast prepare :
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair
Fell Thirst and Famine scowl
A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, I
Lance to lance, and horse to horse ;
Long years of havock urge their destin'd course, And thro’ the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Ye Tow'rs of Julius,|| London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed,
Revere his Consort's faith, ş his Father's fame, And spare the meek Usurper's holy head. ** Above, below, the rose of snow, tt
Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread :
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
· Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun),
Half of thy heart we consecrate.$$ (The web is wove. The work is done.')
* Magnificence of Richard II.'s reign.
+ Richard II, was starved to death. The story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exton is of much later date.
1 Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. || Henry IV. George Duke of Clarence, Edward V. Richard Duke of York, &c. believed to be murdered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Cæsar.
Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled hard to save her husband and her crown.
| Henry V.
** Henry VI. very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the crown.
+ The white and red Roses, devices of York and Lancaster. 11 The silver Boar was the badge of Richard IIJ.
Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the coriquest of Wales.
Stay, oh stay; nor thus forlorn
Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?
Ye unborn Ages, crowd not on my soul !
• Girt with many a Baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear;
And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old
What strains of vocal transport round her play!
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
• The verse adorn again
Fierce War, and faithful love,
In buskin'd measures movef
A voice, as of the Cherub-Choir, $
That lost in long futurity expire.
It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and would return again to reign over Britain.
Both Merlin and Talliessin had prophesied that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor. + Queen Elizabeth. Shakspeare.
Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud,
Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me with joy I see
The different doom our fates assign:
To triumph, and to die, are mine."
ODE TO ADVERSITY. Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
The bad affright, afflict the best !
And purple tyrants vainly groan
When first thy sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind,
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain Prosperity receiv'd,
Wisdom in sable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapturous' thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye that loves the ground,