PROPHETESS. Mantling in the goblet see Pain can reach the sons of Heaven! Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Once again my call obey! What dangers Odin's child await- PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom: ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey- By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt? PROPHETESS. In the caverns of the west, By Odin's fierce embrace comprest, ODIN. Yet awhile my call obey! What virgins these, in speechless wo, And snowy veils, that float in air? PROPHETESS. Ha! no traveller art thou King of men, I know thee now, ODIN. No boding maid of skill divine PROPHETESS. Hie thee hence, and boast at home, To break my iron-sleep again Till Lok* has burst his tenfold chain: Never, till substantial Night Has re-assumed her ancient right: Till warp'd in flames, in ruin hurl'd, * 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.-See Mallet's "Northern Antiquities.' * THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN.* FROM THE WELSH. Owen's praise demands my song, Big with hosts of mighty name, Dauntless on his native sands From Mr Evans' "Specimens of the Welsh Poetry, 1764. Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of North Wales, A.D.1120. This battle was fought nearly forty years afterwards. + North Wales. + Denmark. § The Red-Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendants bore on their banners. Talymalfra's rocky shore THE DEATH OF HOEL. FROM THE WELSH. Had I but the torrent's might, * With headlong rage and wild affright To rush, and sweep them from the world! Too, too secure in youthful pride To Cattraeth's vale in glitt'ring row *Of Aneurim, styled the Monarch of the Bards. He flourished about the time of Taliessin, A.D. 570. This ode is extracted from the Gododin (See Mr Evans' "Specimens," p. 71 and 73). Every warrior's manly neck Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn: FOR MUSIC.* IRREGULAR. Air. 66 Hence, avaunt ('tis holy ground), Servitude that hugs her chain! Nor in these consecrated bowers Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers; Chorus. Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain, Dare the Muse's walk to stain, While bright-eyed Science watches round; Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!" Recitative. From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay: * This ode was performed in the Senate-house at Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the Installation of his Grace Augustus Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University. |