PREFACE TO THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. THE following Poem is founded upon a Spanish Tradition, particularly detaile in the Notes; but bearing, in general, that Don Roderick, the last Gothic Kin of Spain, when the invasion of the Moors was impending, had the temerity descend into an ancient vault, near Toledo, the opening of which had bee denounced as fatal to the Spanish Monarchy. The legend adds, that his ras curiosity was mortified by an emblematical representation of those Saracens wh in the year 714, defeated him in battle, and reduced Spain under their dominio I have presumed to prolong the Vision of the Revolutions of Spain down to th present eventful crisis of the Peninsula; and to divide it, by a supposed chang of scene, into THREE PERIODS. The FIRST of these represents the Invasion the Moors, the Defeat and Death of Roderick, and closes with the peacef occupation of the country by the Victors. The SECOND PERIOD embraces t state of the Peninsula, when the conquests of the Spaniards and Portuguese the East and West Indies had raised to the highest pitch the renown of the arms; sullied, however, by superstition and cruelty. An allusion to the i humanities of the Inquisition terminates this picture. The LAST PART of t Poem opens with the state of Spain previous to the unparalleled treachery BUONAPARTE; gives a sketch of the usurpation attempted upon that unsuspicio and friendly kingdom, and terminates with the arrival of the British succours. may be further proper to mention, that the object of the Poem is less to co memorate or detail particular incidents, than to exhibit a general and impress picture of the several periods brought upon the stage. I am too sensible of the respect due to the Public, especially by one who already experienced more than ordinary indulgence, to offer any apology for inferiority of the poetry to the subject it is chiefly designed to commemora Yet I think it proper to mention, that while I was hastily executing a wo written for a temporary purpose, and on passing events, the task was m cruelly interrupted by the successive deaths of LORD PRESIDENT BLAIR, LORD VISCOUNT MELVILLE. In those distinguished characters, I had not o to regret persons whose lives were most important to Scotland, but also wh notice and patronage honoured my entrance upon active life; and, I may a with melancholy pride, who permitted my more advanced age to claim no comm share in their friendship. Under such interruptions, the following verses, wh my best and happiest efforts must have left far unworthy of their theme, have am myself sensible, an appearance of negligence and incoherence, which, in ot circumstances, I might have been able to remove. EDINBURGH, June 24, 1811. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. INTRODUCTION. I. LIVES there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar, All as it swell'd 'twixt each loud trumpet-change, II. Yes! such a strain, with all o'er-pouring measure, III. But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day, Timid and raptureless, can we repay The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age? A theme; a theme for Milton's mighty hand— IV. Ye mountains stern! within whose rugged breast Say, have ye lost each wild majestic close, That erst the choir of Bards or Druids flung; What time their hymn of victory arose, And Cattraeth's glens with voice of triumph rung, And mystic Merlin harp'd, and grey-hair'd Llywarch sung? 2 V. O! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, Then lend the note to him has loved you long! That floats your solitary wastes along, And with affection vain gave them new voice in song. VI. For not till now, how oft soe'er the task They came unsought for, if applauses came; prayer; Let but his verse befit a hero's fame, Immortal be the verse !-forgot the poet's name ! VII. Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer tost: Since our grey cliffs the din of conflict knew, VIII. "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; Save where their legends grey-hair'd shepherds sing, That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, Of feuds obscure, and Border ravaging, And rugged deeds recount in rugged line, IX. "No! search romantic lands, where the near Sun X. "Explore those regions, where the flinty crest Or where the banners of more ruthless foes The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain. XI. "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 died. XII. "And cherish'd still by that unchanging race, Of strange tradition many a mystic trace, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign; Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine Go, seek such theme!"-The Mountain Spirit said THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. I. REARING their crests amid the cloudless skies, As from a trembling lake of silver white. II. All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide, Or, distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp; Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair lamp, And standards proudly pitch'd, and warders arm'd between. III. 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 The 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. IV. 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 : "What! will Don Roderick here till morning stay, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? And wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last. |