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REVENGE OF GUENDOLEN.
On faith! and thou, connubial sanctity!
Mother of virtue, and domestic joy!
Th' obstructed river b rolls his angry wave,
While kindred heroes fall by mutual wounds:
From Menna’s rocky coast, and the rude craggs
o The Sture, or Stour, a river, on whose banks Locrine fought the forces of Cornwall. There are many rivers in England known
by this name. That which crossing Dorsetshire flows into the sea - in Christchurch Bay, seems to agree best with the other circumstances of the story.
Ancient names of places in Cornwall.
Directs the Tyrian mariner, who steers
d Corineus was a leader who accompanied Brutus, and had Cornwall as his share. His name is commonly written Corinæus. The pronunciation I have adopted, as best suited to my metre, is sufficiently justified by the authority of Spencer's Fa. Q. B. II. c. 10. It is related of this fabulous hero, that he wrestled with Gogmagog, one of the giants, native of the island, twelve cubits in height, and prevailing after a vigorous contest, carried hin upon his shoulders to a high rock, called ever since Langoëmagog, and threw him into the sea.
e A river, on whose banks the battle was fought between Mor. dred and king Arthur.
Their injur'd princess Guendolen appears. Faded and wan she seems; but shame, and rage, And mingled pride, contending in her breast, With transient colour flush her varying cheek. No costly gems upon her forehead blaze, Loose to the wind her hair disorder'd fies, And for the regal purple's graceful folds She wears the garb of mourning. Pity seiz'd The crowd, and for a while suspended rage. But as she told the story of her woes, And perjur'd Locrine's guilt, Corineus' daughter, Abandon’d, outcast, and a slavef advanc'd To fill her bed and throne ; when, glowing now With generous pride, and graceful indignation, She call'd upon her mighty father's shade; Remembrance of their prince, their country's honour, . Kindled in every breast the flame of vengeance. They clash'd their sounding arms, and rush'd along.
i 'f Estrildis, taken in the camp of Humber, king of the Huns,
when he was defeated by Locrine.
And now, the rapid Tamar pass’d, invade
Rais'd horrible, pursues with hideous din
His flight; and now before him foaming spreads