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III. 3.
Hark, his hands the lyre explore !
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn,
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,
Sailing with supreme lominion

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

Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray,

Ver. III. But ah ! 'tis heard no more] We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's Day; for Cowley, who had merit, yet wanted judgment, style, and harmony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so great a man. Mr. Mason in deed, of late days, has touched the true chords, and with a masterly hand, in some of his choruses; above all in the last of Caractacus: “Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread ?" &c. Ver. 115. That the Theban eagle bear] Asòs após

OLYMP. II. 159. 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.

ögregere Irior. .

With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun :

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

Great.

THE BARD.

A PINDARIC ODE,

This Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales,

that Edward the First, when lie completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.

1. 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 statè.

Helm, nor hauberk's twisted Mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!”

Ver. 5. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail] 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

Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride

Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long

array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance: “To arms !" cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.

1. 2.
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,

Robed in the sable garb of woe,
With haggard eyes the poet stood;
(Loose his beard and hoary hair
Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air)

Ver. 11.-of Snowdon's shaggy side] Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountain. ous tract: it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Meriouethshire, as far east as the river Conway.

Ver. 13. Stout Glo'ster] Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford; married at Westminster, May 2, 1290, to Joan de Acres or Acor (so called from having been born at Acop in the Holy Land), second daughter of King Edward. He died 1295.

Ver. 14. To arms !" cried Mortimer] Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore.

They both were Lord Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the king in this expedition.

Ver. 19. Loose his beard and huary hairl The

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And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
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

wavc, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathc; 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-toppa

head.
On dreary Arvon's shore they lio,
Smear’d with gore, and ghastly pale :
Far, far aloof the'affrighted ravens sail ;

The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.

image was taken from a well-known picture by Raphael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Ezekiel.

Ver. 35. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie] The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the Isle of Anglesey.

Ver. 38. The famısh'd eagie screams, and passes by] Camden and others observe, that eagles used annu.

Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,

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

Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep.

On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet,

Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of tby

line.

II. 1.

“ 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

ally to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welsh Craiganeryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day the highest point of Snowdon is called the Eagle's Nest. That bird is certainly 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 Ornithology, published by Ray).

Ver. 48. And weave with bloody hands the tissue of ihy line) Sen the Norwegian Ode (the Fatal Sisters) that follows,

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