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How do your tuneful echoes languish,
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains:
Milton improved on them: but this school expired soo the Restoration, and a new one arose, on the French which has subsisted ever since.
* Shakespeare. + Milton.
......... flammantia moenia mundi. Lucretius.
The living throne, the sapphire-blaze*,
III. 3. .
. For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. And above the firmament, that was over their heads, was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone This was the appearance of the glory of the Lord.
Ezekiel, 1. 20, 26, 28. + Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes.
Hast thou cloth'd his neck with thunder? Job. 8 Words that weep and tears that speak, Cowley.
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 chorusses .... above all, in the last of Caractacus ;
Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread? &c.
T Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravers that croak and clamour in vain below, while at pursues its Aight regardless of their noise.
Sailing with supreme dominion
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun;
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Edward I. when he completed the conquest of that country,
1. 1. •DUIN seize thee, ruthless King!
1 Confusion on thy banners wait; Tho' fann'd by conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state*.
Helm nor hauberk'st twisted mail,
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!'
* Mocking the air with colours idly spread.
Shakesp. King John, + The hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. # The crested adder's pride.
Dryden's Indian Queen. 8 Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that moun. tainous track which the Welsh themselves caii Cragian
eryri; it included all the high lands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the Castle of Conway, built by King Edward I. says, Adortum amnis Conway ad clivum montis Erery; and Matthew of Westminster, [ad an. 1283) Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdonie fecit erigi castrum forte.
Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-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 accoinpanied the king in this expe. dition,
# The image was taken from a well-known picture of Raphael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Ezekiel. There are two of these paintings, both believed original; one at Florence, the other at Paris.
2 Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
Milton's Paradise Lost ,
I. 3. Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, • That hush'd the stormy main; • Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:
Tountains! ye mourn in vain • Modred, whose magic song • Made huge Plinlimrnon 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 famish'd eaglet screams and passes by. • Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, • Dearf as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
I see them sit; they linger yet,
• The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the isle of Anglesey.
+ Cainden and others observe, that eagles used annually build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named, by the Welsh, Craug eryri, or the Crags of the Eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called the Eagle's Nest. In bird is certainly no stranger to this island, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testly, even bas built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. [Sce loughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.)
* As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit niy sad heart ....
Shakesp. Julius Casar, See the Norwegian Ode that follows.