Warm inspiration views the wizards hoar Pure Dee! swift welling forth from Raran hoar, Topoint the mound that Gwynedd's camp enclosed, Drayton's Poly. Song x. + Faery Queen, book i. canto ix. 1 Corwen is celebrated in the Welsh annals for the victory gained by Owen Gwynedd, in 1165, over the forces of Henry II. There down the steep the watchful warrior bold Flooded the vales and swept the ranks of war, Onward, with frequent pause, with fond delay, To Corwen's height oft bending back my way, Along the mazes of the neighbouring glades*, Through deserts rude, and unfrequented shades, I trace the caves and deep recesses hoar That roof'd the war worn head of wild Glendore. Warrior! I trace thee not by victory crown'd, Glyn dwrdwy, or the Valley of the Dee, the patrimony of the famous Owen Glendore. Not a vestige of his mansion remains. In the latter part of his life, it is related that he was forced to shelter himself in caves and desert places from the fury of his enemies. In vain I seek where luxury's festal pyre The rill's soft lapse thy sloping turf that laves, Time's mellowing touches on the stone diffuse, And unsunn'd damps that, mouldering where they fall, Stream in rich stains, and picture o'er the wall. I pause-to voluntary woes resign'd, And lenient grief that leaves a balm behind. Half of the destined days of life are o'er, Gone like a dream of night, to rise no more! Like a lone pilgrim, by sad penance led, From Po's green banks or Arno's flowery bed, Far off, o'er northern solitudes to roam, Who, midway, musing on the toils to come, Upon the Alpine boundary's lofty crest Lingers awhile his wearied limbs to rest; The abbey of Valle Crucis was a honse of Cistertians, founded in the year 1200. There as on either side the realms extend, [end, Whence first he wander'd, where his wanderings Bends wistful to the regions left behind, And loud exclaims, in agony of mind- [blows, 'Land! where each gale like vernal fragrance Where winter's sun on ripening plenty glows; Where, ever as I pass'd, the path around Bloom'd with fresh flowers, and pendent fruitage. [beam'd; crown'd; Hills, whose lone tops with lighted chantries Vales,in whose nightly gloom the convents gleam'd; Retreats, beneath whose shelter peace reposed, And the tranced eye in blissful visions closed; Farewell! down yon rude tract forlorn I go, O'er pathless solitudes, o'er wastes of snow. Heaven wills-fond, hopeless wish, no more rebel; Be with this tear forgotten; so, farewell!' Thus, from this midway bourn, my pausing eye. Beholds beneath life's varying journeys lie: O'er the fair retrospect, thus memory cast, Turns lingering to the dreams of pleasure past. Pilgrim! thou once again mayst haunt the bower. Where fond affection nursed thy infant hour, And lay thee down in age within the glade Where innocence and thoughtless childhood play'd; But never, once pass'd o'er, shall man be found To sport again on youth's enchanted ground. Then, oh! thou morn of life, man's vernal prime, Light Joys that wave the downy wings of time; Health, whose bright glow on roseate vigour bloom'd; Pure Innocence, whose smile each look illumed; Gay Sprightliness, from vivid wonder sprung; Fancy, that sparkled life's new scenes among; Dreams of delight, where rapt illusion wrought So shall I not, when Nature claims her debt, Like a fleet shadow passing o'er the earth. SOTHEBY. COOMBE ELLEN *. HERE Melancholy, on the pale crags laid, Of the white waters, flashing through the cleft, And, gazing on the many shadowing trees, Mingle a pensive moral as she gazed Coombe Ellen (in Welsh, Cwn Elan) is situated among the most romantic mountains of Radnorshire, about five miles from Rhayd❜r. |