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The bristled boar in infant-gore
Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
Half of thy heart we consecrate.
Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Ver. 93. The bristled boar in infant-gore] The silver boar was the badge of Richard the Third ; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of the Boar.
Ver. 99. Half of thy heart we consecrate) Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of her affection for her lord is well known. The monuments of his regret and sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Gaddington, Waltham, and other places.
Ver. 109. No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail] It was the common belief of the Welsh nation, that King Arthur was
And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old
What strains of vocal transport round her play!
They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.
still alive in Fairyland, and would return again to reign over Britain.
Ver. 110. All hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia's issue, hail] Both Merlin and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welsh should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the house of Tudor,
Ver. 107. Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face] Speed, relating an audience given by Queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzialinski, ambassador of Poland, says, “ And thus she, lion-like rising, daunted the malapert orator no less with her stately port and majestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of her princelie checkes."
Ver. 121. Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear] Taliessin, chief of the bards, flourished in the sixth century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his countrymen.
III. 3. “ The verse adorn again.
“ Fierce war, and faithful love,
In buskin’d measures move
A voice, as of the cherub-choir,
That lost in long futurity expire.
Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: with joy I see
The different doom our fates assign. Be thine despair, and sceptred care,
To triumph, and to die, are mine.” He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Ver. 128. In buskin'd measures move.] SHAKSPEARE.
Ver. 133. And distant warblings lessen on my ear] The succession of poets after Milton's time.
Performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge, July 1, 1769,
at the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University.
guine cloed orb of dar'
“Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground)
Comus, and his midnight-crew,
And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
Bursts on my ear the indignant lay :
There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine,
The few, whom genius gave to shine
Rapt in celestial transport they;
They send of tender sympathy
First the genuine ardour stole.
That contemplation loves,
Oft at the blush of dawn
I trod your level lawn,
But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth
With solemn steps and slow,