High potentates, and dames of royal birth, go: Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow, And tsad Chatillon, on her bridal morn, That wept her bleeding Love, and princelyt Clare, And §Anjou's heroine, and the paler Rose, And ¶ either Henry there, The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord, (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise, The liquid language of the skies. V. 'What is grandeur, what is power? Edward the Third; who added the fleur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinity College. Mary de Valentia, countess of P mbroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, comte de St. Paul in France of whom tradition says, that her husband, Audemar de Valentia, eall of Pembroke, was slain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundress of Pem broke College, or Hall, under the name of Aula Mariæ de Valentia. 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. § Margaret of Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College. The poet has celebrated her conjugal fidelity in the former Ode: V. Epode 2d, line 13th. Elizabeth Widville, wife of Edward the Fourth (hence called the paler Rose, as being of the House of York). She added to the foundaLion of Margaret of Anjou. Henry the Sixth and Eighth. The former founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity College. Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet Music's melting fall, but sweeter yet VI. Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud · Welcome, my noble son, (she cries aloud) VII. Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band, No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings; She reveres herself and thee. With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow And to thy just, thy gentle hand Submits the fasces of her sway, While spirits blest above and men below Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay. 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 desceul from both these families. Lord Treasurer Burghley was chancellor of the University, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. 7 VIII. 'Through the wild waves, as they roar, VIII. THE FATAL SISTERS. From the Norse-Tongue. Now the storm begins to lower Hurtles in the darken'd air. To be found in the Orcades of Thormodus Torfæus; Hafnia, 1697, folio and also in Bartholinus. Vitt er orpit fyrir valfalli, &c. The design of Mr. Gray in writing this and the three foliowing imitative Odes is given in the Memoirs of his Life. For the better understanding the first of these, the reader is to be informed, that in the eleventh century, Sigurd, earl of the Orkney Islands, went with a fleet of ships, and a considerable body of troops, into Ireland, to the assistance of Sictryg with the silken beard, who was then making war on his father-in-law Brian, king of Dublin: the earl and all his forces were cut to picces, and Sictryg was in danger of a total defeat; but the enemy had a greater loss by the death of Brian, their king, who fell in the action. On Christmas-day (the day of the battle) a native of Caithness, in Scotland, saw at a distance a number of persons on horseback riding full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till looking through an opening in the rocks, he saw twelve gigantic figures resembling women: they were all employed about a loom; and as they wove, they sung the following dreadful song; which, when they had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and (each taking her portion) galloped six to the north and as many to the south. These were the Vaikyriur, female divinities, servants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic Mythology. Their name signities Choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords in their hands; and in the throng of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to Valkalla, the hall of Odin, or paradise of the brave; where they attended the banquet, and served the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale. F Glitt❜ring lances are the loom, Shoo the trembling cords along. Mista black, terrific maid, Join the wayward work to aid: Ere the ruddy sun be set, Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet, Hauberk crash, and helmet ring. (Weave the crimson web of war) Let us go, and let us fly, Where our friends the conflict share, Where they triumph, where they die. As the paths of fate we tread, Wading through th' ensanguined field t Gondula, and Geira, spread O'er the youthful king your shield. We the reins to slaughter give, Ours to kill, and ours to spare: Spite of danger he shall live (Weave the crimson web of war). They, whom once the desert-beach Pent within its bleak domain, Soon their ample sway shall stretch O'er the plenty of the plain. Low the dauntless earl is laid, Gored with many a gaping wounds Fate demands a nobler head; Soon a king shall bite the ground. Long his loss shall Erin weep, Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun. Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease; the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands! 'Triumph to the younger king. Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale, Learn the tenor of our song. Scotland, through each winding vale Far and wide the notes prolong. Sisters, hence with spurs of speed: Each her thundering falchion wiel Each bestride her sable steed: Hurry, hurry to the field. |