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Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow

From haughty Gallia torn,
And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn
That wept her bleeding Love, and princely Clare,
And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose,
The rival of her crown and of her woes,

And either Henry there,

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Ver. 39. Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow] Edward the Third, who added the fleur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinity College.

Ver. 41. And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn] Mary de alentia, Countess of Pembroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, comte de St. Paul in France ; of whom tradition says, that her husband Audemar de Valentia, Earl of Pembroke, was slain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundress of Pembroke College or Hall, under the name of Aula Maria de Valentia.

Ver. 42. That wept her bleeding Love, and princely Clare]

izabeth de Burg, Countess of Clare, was wife of John de burg, son and heir to the Earl of Ulster, and daughter of Gilbert de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, by Joan Acres, daughter of Edward the First. Hence the poet gives her the epithet of princely. She founded Clare Hall.

Ver. 43. And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose] Margaret or Anjou, wife of Henry the Sixth, foundress of Queen's College. The poet has celebrated her conjugal fidelity in ‘The Burd,' epode 2d, line 13th. Elizabeth Widville, wife of Edward the Fourth, hence

the paler rose, as being of the house of York. She added to the foundation of Margaret of Anjou.

Ver. 45. And either Henry there] Henry the Sixth and Mighth. The former the founder of King's, the latter the greatest benefactor to Trinity College.



The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord,

That broke the bonds of Rome.
(Their tears, their little triumphs o’er,

Their human passions now no more,
Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb.)

All that on Granta's fruitful plain

Rich streams of regal bounty pour’d,
And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise,
To hail their Fitzroy's festal morning come;

And thus they speak in soft accord
The liquid language of the skies:

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“ What is grandeur, what is power?
Heavier toil, superior pain.
What the bright reward we gain?
The grateful memory of the good.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bee's collected treasures sweet,
Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
The still small voice of gratitude.”

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Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud

The venerable Margaret see! “ Welcome, my noble son, (she cries aloud)

To this, thy kindred train, and me:

Ver. 66. The venerable Margaret see] Countess of Richmond and Derby; the mother of Henry the Seventh, foundress of St. John's and Christ's Colleges.

Pleased in thy lineaments we trace
A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace.
Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye,
The flower unheeded shall descry,
And bid it round heaven's altars shed
The fragrance of its blushing head :
Shall raise from earth the latent gem
To glitter on the diadem.


“Lo! Granta waits to lead her blooming band,

Not obvious, not obtrusive, she
No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings ;

Nor dares with courtly tongue refined
Profane thy inborn royalty of mind :

She reveres herself and thee. With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow, The laureate wreath, that Cecil wore, she brings, And to thy just, thy gentle hand,

Submits the fasces of her sway, While spirits bless'd above and men below Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.

Ver. 70. A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace] The Countess was a Beaufort, and married to a Tudor: hence the application of this line to the Duke of Grafton, who claims descent from both these families.

Ver. 84. The laureate wreath that Cecil wore, she brings

rd Treasurer Burleigh was chancellor to the University in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.


“ Through the wild waves as they roar,
With watchful eye and dauntless mien,

Thy steady course of honour keep,
Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore :
The star of Brunswick smiles serene,

And gilds the horrors of the deep.”

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To be found in the Orcades of 'Thormodus Torfæus ; Hafniæ 1697, folio: and also in Bartholinus, p. 617. lib. 3. c. i. 4to

Vitt er orpit fyrir valfalli, &c. In the eleventh century Sigurd, Earl of the Orkney island:

went with a fleet of ships and a considerable body of troop into Ireland, to the assistance of Sictryg with the silken beare who was then making war on his father-in-law Brian, Kin of Dublin : the earl and all his forces were cut to piece and Sictryg was in danger of a total defeat; but the enem had a greater loss by the death of Brian, their king, wh fell in the action. On Christmas day (the day of the battle a native of Caithness in Scotland saw at a distance a nun ber of persons on horseback riding full speed towards hill, and seeming to enter into it. Curiosity led him to follo them, till looking through an opening in the rocks he sa twelve gigantic figures resembling women : they were a employed about a loom; and as they wove, they sang tr. following dreadful song; which when they had finishe. they tore the web into twelve pieces, and each taking he portion) galloped six to the north, and as many to the sout These were the Valkyriur, female divinities, servants : Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their nam signifies Choosers of the slain. They were mounted on swi horses, with drawn swords in their hands : and in the thror of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, an

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