THE REVENGE OF GUENDOLEN. BOOK I. OH faith! and thou, connubial sanctity! Mother of virtue, and domestic joy! Ordain'd by heaven to knit in holy league Of love, and common benefit, mankind! From your just laws despis'd, what evils spring! An haughty princess vindicates in arms Her slighted beauty, and her injur'd bed: Sullied with gore, o'er mangled carcases Th' obstructed river b rolls his angry wave, While kindred heroes fall by mutual wounds: A glorious chief, by vulgar hands expires: And the fair partner of his guilty love, Pale with foreboding fears, expects the sword Of vengeance, and th' inexorable doom! Such be the subject of the moral lay. A mournful tale, from ancient days derived, Their sceptre rear'd o'er Britain's fertile isle. ̧ Now from Belerium, and the western main, b 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. с Ancient names of places in Cornwall. Directs the Tyrian mariner, who steers For Cenio's ample port; from the tall cliff, Hurl'd headlong to the main, the troubled waves From all her mountains, and from all her streams, Cornubia sends her armed sons to war, Breathing revenge. Before th' assembled tribes 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 him upon his shoulders to a high rock, called ever since Langoëmagog, and threw him into the sea. A river, on whose banks the battle was fought between Mordred 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, No costly gems upon her forehead blaze, And perjur'd Locrine's guilt, Corineus' daughter, To fill her bed and throne; when, glowing now They clash'd their sounding arms, and rush'd along. 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 With sudden war and ruthless devastation. As when th' inhabitant of those fair isles Beyond th' Atlantic, when the sky serene And the calm air invites, wooes the fresh breeze, Which, lightly sweeping o'er the level deep, Moistens his pinions in the cooling wave; Delighted he inhales the grateful air. Sudden the tumid billows rise; the earth A sullen sound: trembling and pale, he flies. Rais'd horrible, pursues with hideous din His flight; and now before him foaming spreads The vast o'erarching deluge; now it breaks In more than thunder, and th' insatiate deep, Howling o'er cultur'd fields, and peopled towns, Resorbs a nation with the turning waves. |