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From muse or sylvan was he wont to ask,
Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer toss'd:
Since our grey cliffs the din of conflict knew, Or, pealing through our vales, victorious bugles blew,
"Decay'd our old traditionary lore,
Save where the lingering fays renew their ring, By milk-maid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar, Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring:* [sing, Save where their legends grey-hair'd shepherds That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, Of feuds obscure, and border ravaging,
And rugged deeds recount in rugged line, Of moonlight foray made on Teviot, Tweed, or Tyne.
"No! search romantic lands, where the near Sun Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame,
Where the rude villager, his labour done,
In verse spontaneous+ chants some favour'd
A copious fountain upon the ridge of Minchmore, called the Cheesewell, is supposed to be sacred to the fairies, and it was customary to propitiate them by throwing in something upon pass
The Bexibility of the Italian and Spanish languages, renders these countries distinguished for the talent of improvisation.
Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim
"Explore those regions, where the flinty crest
"There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark
Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride,
Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side, Have seen, yet dauntless stood-gainst fortune fought
"And cherish'd still by that unchanging race,
Legend and vision, prophecy and sign;
The name of Grahame, in England is usually pronounced an dissyllable
REARING their crests amid the cloudless skies,
As from a trembling lake of silver white;
Of the broad burial-ground outstretch'd below, And nought disturbs the silence of the night; All sleeps in sullen shade, or silver glow, All save the heavy swell of Teio's ceaseless flow.
All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide,
Or, distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp; Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen ride, To guard the limits of King Roderick's camp, For, through the river's night-fog rolling damp, Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen,
Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen, [lamp, And standards proudly pitch'd, and warders arm'd between.
But of their Monarch's person keeping ward, Since last the deep-mouth d bell of vespers toll'd,
The chosen soldiers of the royal guard
Their post beneath the proud Cathedral hold:
A band unlike their Gothic sires of old,
Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace,
Bear slender darts, and casques bedeck'd with gold, While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's place.
In the light language of an idle court,
They murmur'd at their master's long delay, And held his lengthen'd orisons in sport: [stay, "What! will Don Roderick here till morning
To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? And are his hours in such dull penance past For fair Florinda s plunder d charms to pay?" Then to the east their weary eyes they cast, And wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last.
But, far within, Toledo's Prelate lent
So long that sad confession witnessing:
When Fear, Remorse, and Shame, the bosom wring,
And Conscience seeks in speech a respite from
Full on the Prelate's face, and silver hair,
Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook,
The old man's faded cheek war'd yet more pale,
The invasion of the Moors is generally attributed to the for cible violation committed by Roerick upon Forinda called by the Moors, Caba, or Cara, the daughter of Count Jahan. In his indignation Julian formed an alliance with the Monrs, and oude tenanced the invasion of Spain y a body of Saracens and Africans, commanded by the celebrated Tarik; the issue of which was the defeat and death of Roderick, and the occupation of almost the whole peninsula by the enemy.
"Thus royal Witiza was slain," he said; Yet, holy father, deem not it was I."Thus still Ambition strives her crimes to shade"O rather deem 'twas stern necessity! Self-preservation bade, and I must kill or die.
"And, if Florinda's shrieks alarm'd the air,
Know by their bearing to disguise their mood:"
Sent to the Monarch's cheek the burning bloodHe stay'd his speech abrupt-and up the Prelate stood.
"O harden'd offspring of an iron race!
What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say?
Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away!
He spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep be lost."
Then kindled the dark tyrant in his mood,
And to his brow return'd its dauntless gloom; "And welcome then," he cried, "be blood for blood, For treason treachery, for dishonour doom! Yet will I know whence come they, or by whom. Show, for thou canst-give forth the fated key, And guide me, Priest, to that mysterious room, Where, if aught true in old tradition be,
His nation's future fates a Spanish King shall see.'
The predecessor of Roderick upon the Spanish throne, and alain by his connivance, as is affirmed by Rodriguez of Toledo, the father of Spanish history,