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Hush'd was the song of bards. From tent to tent,
Loud as the awful voice of thunder, ran
An hollow murmur. Instant at the calf,
Uprose the Danilh host, and round their chief
(Gorthmund, the son of black-hair" d Ceowolf)
Impatient throng'd.—Ten thousand brazen helms
Gave their majestic plumage to the gale;
Their lances, cluster'd like the grove of sirs
On Maindip's top, shone like the starry train,
That silent o'er the dark-stol'd brow of night
In pathless orbits wheel. Amidst the van,
Gorthmund, the mighty ruler, foremost march'd; *
Tall as an oak in Arden's forest, (low
As are the minutes of impatience, strong
As mountains of the flain. In plates of steel
His limbs were cas'd; a tow'ring casque conceal'd
His jetty ringlets; on his visage sat
A frown of horror; his emblazon'd shield
Bore Hela's sacred symbol; from his side,
By golden links attach'd, a falchion hung,
Clotted with hostile gore. The next in rank
Was eagle-ey'd Ceaulin, he whose sue,
The great Lachbllan, put to coward flight
Mœrie's vast host, what time the fun, enthron'd
In noon-tide splendor, on a sudden vcil'd
His gjory in a robe of blood, and shades
Of night hung brooding o'er the deathful plain.
Others there were, inferior though in rank,
In valour equal; Centwin of the hill,
Swift as a falling meteor; Tcnyan;
Ceormund sternly terrible, who led
A chosen band of archers to the sight;
Delward, the son of Hubba, and Cathe gor,
Of the dark lake; heroes, whose glorious acts „
"Would ask an hundred tongues to celebrate."
Thus marshall'd, o'er Denania's misty vale The Danes their way pursue, then sudden halt, Whilst Gorthmund thus address'd his brave compeers = "Ye scowling warriors, whose big bosoms pant "For the strong roil of battle! See ye not "A dark cloud louring o'er you mountain's brow'
"At noon a tempest will buift forth, and rain "In swelling torrents fall. Yes, gallant Danes! "A storm will rage, but a loud storm of war; "A shower prone rushing, but a shower of blood: "For o'er yon heights the mighty Scgowald '• Approaches with his swarming legions, bred "In Mercia's fruitsul plains, and Sigebert "On the right wing leads sorth the Wessex bands. "But be ye not dismay'd; here let us halt, "Screen'd by this tufted wood, and wait ih attack; "The god of vict.ry smiles upon our arms— "Thrice hath the raven clapp'd his glossy wings; "Thrice since this morn arose." Here ccas'd the chief: Meanwhile the van of Segowald's sirm troops,Exulting reach'd the plain below; and now In banner'd pomp the rampant dragon shone, Full on the adverse host. Ah! beauteous scene, How soon to close! Already his pale horse Hath death bestrode; the silver shields are struck; Loud twang'd the Mercian bows—instant the Danes Return'd the charge, and showers of missile spears Hurtled aloft. Now shield to shield they fought— High rose the mounts of stain; Ceaulin rag'd Like the gaunt wolf; down from his sissur'd helm Spouted the lise-blood, and ere long he fell By Egward's well-aim'd falchion; cleft in twain. Cathegor sought the mansion of his sires. Fierce grew the conflict. Dclward's sweeping arm Hcw'd many a Saxon down. Gorthmund, meanwhile, Wades through a purple flood to where the king Of Mcrcia, panting, cut a lane os death, And strikes his recking javelin through the heart Of Segowald—he, stagg'ring, groan'd, and died. But, hark, the shout os conquest! Lo, they fly! The Saxons fly, and Goithmund rash pursues The dastard sugitives; reckless he, how soon The fate of Scgowald will be hisown! For ah! a whizzing shaft too well persorm'd Its errand, and transsix'd his brawny chest. Stunn'd he rqcoil'd—the misty shades of death Bb a
Floating before his eyes—and with a smile
Gave up the ghost!
A faithful band os Danes
Their pointed bucklers o'er the breathless corse
Suspended, whilst the minstrels from their harps,
Deep ton'd, pour'd forth this plaintive dirge. "Behold,
"Spirit of death, thy victory! Behold,
"Fit inmate for the yawning grave i
"Lo! welt'ring in the dust, and cold,
"The bravest of the brave!
"Gorthmund 1 inglorious lies
"Thy plume, that rivall'd erst the dazzling snow;
"Clos'd are those eyes,
"That eist siash'd terror on the foe;
"And crush'd the sinewy arm, that laid the mighty
"low! *,' Never more along the mountains "Shalt thou chafe the tusked boar; "Never shall thy glitt'ring anlace "Drink the brindled leopard's gore. "Oft some belated hunter, wand'ring near "The hallow'd precincts of thy tomb, tc (What time the western promontory "Is ting'd with eve's departing glory.) "Bending in pensive sadness o'er his spear, "Shall muse on thee, whose ashes reft beneath "The grassy turf, whilst through the deepening gloom . " The waving cypress boughs, funereal horrors breathe \" Lynn, Sept. 1799. w. Case, Jun.
LINES ON AUTUMN.
I ALMY zephyrs now are fled,
) Saffron leaves the groves bespread,
Cold the gales at morn and eve,
Uncnameird arc the sields,
Blazing hearth's society,
TO A FRIEND, ON THE DEATH OP A FAVO-
TO tell, my dear Mary, the whole of my grief,
But whence, my dear Charlotte, this sudden complaint,
Methought you was happy and gay;
That nought could your comfort allay.
Indeed, my clear Mary, I thought so myself,
Howprccorious our comfort, how short liv'dour bliss
You know, my dear Mary, what love and esteem
.1 felt for my pool little cat; Then, surely, a trifle 'twill not'to you seem,
Nor think she can soon be forgot.