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Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud The venerable Marg'ret* see!
Welcome, my noble son," she cries aloud, To this, thy kindred train, and me: Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace A Tudor'st fire, a Beaufort's grace. Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye, The flower unheeded shall descry, And bid it round Heaven's altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head: Shall raise from Earth the latent gem, To glitter on the diadem.
"Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band. Not obvious, not obtrusive, she
No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings;
With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow
While spirits blest above and men below
Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.
Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore:
The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize; What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Eight times emerging from the flood,
Some speedy aid to send.
From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd,
Not all, that tempts your wandering eyes,
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVORITE CAT, DROWNED
IN A TUB OF GOLD-FISHES.
"Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gaz'd; but 'midst the tide
* Countess of Richmond and Derby; the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges.
†The Countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor; hence the application of this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descent from both these families.
Lord-treasurer Burleigh was chancellor of the University in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.
Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade,
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
I feel the gales, that from ye blow,
As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.
Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen
The paths of pleasure trace,
The captive linnet which enthral ?
§ King Henry the Sixth, founder of the college. 3 F 2
No more I weep. They do not sleep.
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.
She-wolf of France,† with unrelenting fangs,
Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd;
Mark the year, and mark the night,
Shrieks of an agonizing king;
Revere his consort's* faith, his father'st fame,
Triumphs of Edward the Third in France.
§ Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress.
Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his
Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom,
"Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.)
But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height
** It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-land, and should return again to reign over Britain.
Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor.
11 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.
THE DESCENT OF ODIN.
[From the same.]
IN BARTHOLINUS, DE CAUSIS CONTEMNENDE MORTIS; HAFNIE, 1689, QUARTO.
Upreis Odinn allda gauir, &c.
UPROSE the King of Men with speed,
Right against the eastern gate,
Pr. What call unknown, what charms presume,
Who is he, with voice unblest,
O. A traveller, to thee unknown,
Is he that calls, a warrior's son.
Pr. Mantling in the goblet see
O. Once again my call obey,
Niflheimr, the Hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle: over it presided Hela, the goddess of death.
What danger Odin's child await, Who the author of his fate?
Pr. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom:
O. Prophetess, my spell obey:
O. Yet awhile my call obey,
And snowy veils, that float in air.
Pr. Ha! no traveller art thou,
O. No boding maid of skill divine Art thou, nor prophetess of good; But mother of the giant-brood!
Pr. Hie thee hence, and boast at home, That never shall inquirer come
To break my iron-sleep again;
Till Lokt has burst his ten-fold chain.
THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN.
FROM MR. EVANS'S SPECIMENS OF THE WELSH POETRY; LONDON, 1764, QUARTO.
OWEN's praise demands my song,
† Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the stars, and Sun, shall disappear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred deities shall perish. For a further explanation of this mythology, see Mallet's Introduction to the History of Denmark, 1755, quarto.
Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of North Wales, A. D. 112. This battle was fought near forty years afterwards.
§ North Wales.