The fond complaint, my song, disprove, Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse? Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war. II. 2. 'In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame. II. 3. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th' Ægean deep, Fields, that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep, ' Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest and most uncivilized nations: its connexion with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it. [See the Erse, Norwegian, and Welch Fragments, the Lapland and American songs.] * Progress of poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surry, and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy, and formed their taste there; Spenser imitated the Italian writers; Milton improved on them: but this school expired soon after the Restoration, and a new one arose on the French model, which has subsisted ever since. How do your tuneful echoes languish, Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast. Far from the sun and summer-gale, Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. III. 2. Nor second he,' that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Extasy, He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: Where angels tremble while they gaze, i Milton. ↳ Shakespear. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloth'd and long-resounding pace. III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more- Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Beneath the good how far-but far above the great. * 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 his merit) yet wanted judgment, style, and harmony, for such a task. That of Pope is not worthy of so great a man. Mr. Mason indeed 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, 1 Pindar. Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread? &c. ODE VI. THE BAR D. PINDARIC.m I. 1. RUIN seize thee, ruthless King! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing Helm, nor "hauberk's twisted mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To arms! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance. This Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the bards that fell into his hands to be put to death. ■ The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sate close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. • Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract, which the Welch themselves call Craigian-eryri: it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by King Edward the First, says, “ Ad ortum amnis Conway ad clivum montis Erery;" and Matthew of Westminster, (ad ann. 1283,)" Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdoniæ fecit erigi castrum forte." P Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, earl of Gloucester and Hertford, sonin-law to King Edward. Edmond de Mortimer, lord of Wigmore. They both were lords-marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. I. 2. On a rock, whose haughty brow Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) 'Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, 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-topp'd head. * On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale: Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. • Cambden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welch Craigian-eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) 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 Ornithol. published by Ray. |