Holy or not, or right or wrong, Thy altar, and its rites, I spurn; Not sainted martyrs' sacred song, Not God himself, shall make me turn!" He spurs his horse, he winds his horn, "Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!" But off, on whirlwind's pinions borne, The stag, the hut, the hermit, go. And horse and man, and horn and hound, Wild gazed the affrighted Earl around; Could from his anxious lips be borne. He listens for his trusty hounds; Still dark and darker frown the shades, . Dark as the darkness of the grave; And not a sound the still invades, Save what a distant torrent gave. High o'er the sinner's humbled head "Oppressor of creation fair! "Be chased for ever through the wood; 'Twas hush'd: One flash, of sombre glare, With yellow tinged the forests brown; Up rose the Wildgrave's bristling hair, And horror chill'd each nerve and bone. Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill; And louder, louder, louder still, Brought storm and tempest on its wing. Earth heard the call ;-Her entrails rend; Mix'd with sulphureous flames, ascend ހ What ghastly Huntsman next arose, The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and thorn, With many a shriek of helpless woe; Behind him hound, and horse, and horn, And, "Hark away, and holla, ho!" With wild despair's reverted eye, Close, close behind, he marks the throng, With bloody fangs, and eager cry ; In frantic fear he scours along.— Still, still shall last the dreadful chase, This is the horn, and hound, and horse, The wakeful priest oft drops a tear THE FIRE KING. "The blessings of the evil Genii, which are curses, were upon him." Eastern Tale. [1801.] This ballad was written at the request of MR. LEWIS, to be inserted in his "Tales of Wonder."1 It is the third in a series of four ballads, on the subject of Elementary Spirits. The story is, however, partly historical; for it is recorded, that, during the struggles of the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem, a Knight-Templar, called Saint-Alban, deserted to the Saracens, and defeated the Christians in many combats, till he was finally routed and slain in a conflict with King Baldwin, under the walls of Jerusalem. BOLD knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear, Of love, and of war, and of wonder to hear; O see you that castle, so strong and so high? 1 Published in 1801. And see you that palmer, from Palestine's land, The shell on his hat, and the staff in his hand? "Now palmer, grey palmer, O tell unto me, What news bring you home from the Holy Countrie? And how goes the warfare by Galilee's strand? And how fare our nobles, the flower of the land ?” "O well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave, For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have; And well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon, For the Heathen have lost, and the Christians have won." A fair chain of gold 'mid her ringlets there hung; O'er the palmer's grey locks the fair chain has she flung: "Oh palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee, For the news thou hast brought from the Holy Countrie. "And, palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on, O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon? "O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it flows; |