lad voice the loud symphonious lay. GRAND CHORUS. wild waves as they roar atchful and dauntless mien he laureate wreathe, that Cecil wore. Burleigh was Chancellor of the University, in the be found in the Orcades of Pobo: and also in Bartholinus. Vitt er orpit fy in the Eleventh Century Sigu al defeat; but the enemy ha in. They were mounte Den Dr. Johnson allows and Welsh Foetry deserve , perhaps often improv e found in the Orcades of Thormodus Torfæus; Hafniæ, 1697, o: and also in Bartholinus. Vitt er orpit fyrir valfalli, &c. the Eleventh Century Sigurd, Earl of the Orkney-Islands, went h a fleet of ships and a considerable body of troops into Ireland, the assistance of Sictryg with the silken beard, who was then king war on his father-in-law Brian, King of Dublin: the Earl I all his forces were cut to pieces, and Sictryg was in danger of a al defeat; but the enemy had a greater loss by the death of Brian, ir King, who fell in the action. On Christmas-day, (the day of the ttle) a Native of Caithness in Scotland, saw at a distance a number persons on horseback riding full speed towards a hill, and seeming enter into it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till looking ough an opening in the rocks he saw twelve gigantic figures renbling women: they were all employed about a loom; and as ey wove, they sung the following dreadful Song; which when they d finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and (each taking r portion) galloped Six to the North and as many to the South. hese were the Valkyriur, female Divinities, Servants of Odin (or Code) in the Gothic Mythology. Their name signifies Chusers of e slain. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords their hands; and in the throng of battle selected such as were desnedto slaughter, and conducted them to Valkalla, the hall of Odin, paradise of the Brave; where they attended the banquet, and rvel the departed Heroes with horns of mead and ale.] 1] Een Dr. Johnson allows that Mr. Gray's "translations of Northn aid Welsh Poetry deserve praise. The imagery (says he) is preervel, perhaps often improved." a, black terrific Maid, ngrida, and Hilda, see! the wayward work to aid: is the woof of victory. the ruddy sun be set, kes must shiver, javelins sing, e with clatt'ring buckler meet, Hauberk crash, and helmet ring. eave the crimson web of war) et us go, and let us fly, ere our Friends the conflict share, Where they triumph, where they die. the paths of Fate we tread, Wading thro' th' ensanguin'd field, |