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Flames bursting thro' the central point, illume
Spirits unbleft arise, and wheel around
In myftic dance. There now in orgies dire,
'Gainft Britain's prince
to wreak their ruthless
At which, if acted in day's facred light,
The fun, with horror ftruck, had backward
Or veil'd in dark'ning clouds his blazing head.
Still from the Daemons, by their potent
Controll'd, dark words of doubtful import fell,
They beat their breafts, and rend their fnaky
Draw from their mangled fides the gufhing blood,
Invoke their kindred fiends with fiercer cries.
more black the circling vapour flows,
And the red flame with keener radiance glows.
Sleeps vengeance then, ye fons of baleful night,
Exclaims fierce Urda, by the lurid light
Dimly defcried; Oh fhame, oh dire difgrace!
Say, have I weav'd in fate's myfterious loom
In vain? No, yet again our knight renown'd
Take him, my fifters, to your guardian care.
But, whilft his breaft with high-wrought fury.
Hurl him, like heaven's red bolt, to blaft our
I breathe the scent of carnage! death pursues
These hated clouds, and on the prospect close?
Her form of terror mid encircling clouds,
And rufhing forward on the howling blaft,
Stretch'd on his couch the Saxon monarch
The fhades of darkness swim before his eyes.
Of magic charms prolongs life's tranfient hour.
Awaking from his death like fwoon, his
He wildly cafts around him; whilft arife
A marble pillar huge, of fnow-white hue,
And by them stood fair maids, their valour's pri
With plaufive fmiles, and love-illumin'd eyes.
Of gentle youths, attending fpirits stand.
But tho', whate'er could give to trouble
Whate'er the wifh could form, or fancy please,
Nor vifionary scenes, nor lofty ftrain,
Nor fplendid banquet, nor obfequious train,
And the bright forms of hero's, conqueft-crown'd,
As will'd the fraudful fifters, in his heart
Immortal Goddeffes,*) whofe guardian pow
In wrath he cries, o'er - watch'd my natal hour,
And havock reign'd, is this your guardian aid?
Impaffive, if in arins and love I fail?
Thro' you, on Ligon's Isle the proffer'd fight
thro' you am deem'd a recreant
Perish the thought! a life preferv'd with shame
My foul difdains
Bc Hengift's death, or fame!"
Before his view, earth trembling wide around, Valdandi, Skulda, thro' the rifted ground
*) Starchaterus, a Swedish Champion, feems to allude to
Arifing sudden, thus the knight addrest:
Would be as Arthur is, renown'd to fame,
We grant thy daring with! they fwift re
In femblance of his radiant arms to fhine;
T'affume his mien, his look, his voice, be
To guide thy courfe to thofe enchanted bow
That hold conceal'd the beauteous maid, is ours;
She quit her dwelling, and repay thy love,
But know, the danger's great, th' event
Futurity's dark vapours intervene.
Elude our fight, and blot the coming scene."
I mock her terrors, and her frowns despile,
Around his head their ebon wands on high
The fifters wave, and loudly thus reply:
„Such radiant arms, redoubted chief! behold,