THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. INTRODUCTION. I. LIVES there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguished o'er the din of war; Or died it with you Master of the Lyre, Who sung beleaguer'd Ilion's evil star? Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar, Wafting its descant wide o'er Ocean's range; Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar, All as it swell'd 'twixt each loud trumpet-change, That clangs to Britain victory, to Portugal revenge! Yes! such a strain, with all-o'erpow'ring measure, Might melodize with each tumultuous sound, Each voice of fear or triumph, woe or pleasure, That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around; The thundering cry of hosts with conquest crown'd, The female shriek, the ruin'd peasant's moan, The shout of captives from their chains unbound, The foil'd oppressor's deep and sullen groan, A Nation's choral hymn for tyranny o'erthrown. III. But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day, Timid and raptureless, can we repay The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age? Thou givest our lyres a theme, that might engage 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, 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! V. O! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say When sweeping wild, and sinking soft again, Like trumpet-jubilee, or harp's wild sway; If ye can echo such triumphant lay, Then lend the note to him has loved you long! Who pious gather'd each tradition grey, 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; Immortal be the verse! - forgot the poet's name! 1 1 See Note 1 of the "NOTES TO THE VISION OF DON RODERICK." The figures of reference throughout the poem relate to further Notes. 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; 2 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, Of moonlight foray made on Teviot, Tweed, or Tyne. IX. "No! search romantic lands, where the near Sun Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame, Where the rude villager, his labour done, In verse spontaneous 3 chants some favour'd name; Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim, Her eye of diamond, and her locks of jet; Or whether, kindling at the deeds of Græme, 4 He sing, to wild Morisco measure set, Old Albin's red claymore, green Erin's bayonet! X. "Explore those regions, where the flinty crest Or where the banners of more ruthless foes Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, From whose tall towers even now the patriot throws An anxious glance, to spy upon the plain The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain. ΧΙ. "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 died. XII. 'gainst fortune fought and “And cherish'd still by that unchanging race, Go, seek such theme!" - The Mountain Spirit said: THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. I. BEARING 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. |