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What strings symphonious tremble in the air, What strains of vocal transport round her
play! Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear ;
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and, soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of heaven her many-colourd
6 The verse adorn again
Fierce war, and faithful love,
In buskin'd measures move
A voice, as of the cherub-choir,
That lost in long futurity expire.
Ver. 121. Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear] Taliessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.
Ver. 128. In buskin'd measures move.] SAARSPEARE.
Ver. 131. A voice, as of the cherub-choir.] MILTON.
Ver. 133. And distant warblings lessen on my ear] The succession of poets after Milton's time.
Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine
cloud, Raised 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. Be thine despair, and sceptred care,
To triumph, and to die, are mine.” He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's
height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless
Performed in the Senate-house at Cambridge, July
1, 1769, at the Installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University.
Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground)
Comus, and his midnight crew, And Ignorance with looks profound,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
Mad Sedition's cry profane,
From yonder realms of Empyrean day
Bursts on my ear the' indignant lay: There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine,
The few, whom genius gave to shine
They send of tender sympathy
First the genuine ardour stole. 'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell, And, as the choral warblings round him swell, Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime, And nods his hoary head, and listens to the
" Ye brown o'erarching groves,
Where willowy Camus lingers with delight !
Oft at the blush of dawn
I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly. With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth
With solemn steps and slow,
From haughty Gallia torn,
Ver. 39. Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow] Edward the Third, who added the fleur de lys of France to the arms of Englard. He founded Trinity College.
Ver. 41. And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn) Mary de Valentia, Countess of Pembroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, comte de St. Paul in France ; or whom tradition says, that her husband Audemar de Valentia, Earl of Pembroke, was slain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundress of Pembroke College or Hall, under the name of A uli Mariæ de Valentia.
That wept her bleeding Love, and princely
And either Henry there,
That broke the bonds of Rome.
Their human passions now no more,
Ver. 42. That wept her bleeding Love, and princely Clare] Elizabeth de Burg, Countess of Clare, was wife of John de Burg, son and heir of the Earl of Ulster, and daughter of Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, by Joan of Acres, daughter of Edward the First. Hence the poet gives her the epithet of princely. She founded Clare Hall.
Ver. 43. And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose] Margaret of Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College. The poet has celebrated her conjugal fidelity in. The Bard,' epode 2d, line 13th.
Elizabeth Widville, wife of Edward the Fourth,
The former the founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity College.