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A book of Bristol sonnets

By H. D. Rawnsley

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ST. JOHN'S GATE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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ST. JOHN'S GATE.

When the Seventh Henry

Henry VII., in 1487, was met at this gate by a pageant of many “mayden children, richly besene with girdels, beds (beads), and onches.” v. Taylor's “Bristol,” p. 134.

met beneath this gate

Those kirtled maidens from the banks of Frome;
And, with high phrase and pageant wearisome,
Elizabeth

Elizabeth, on her passage through Bristol, in August, 1574, was addressed by three boys, severally representing salutation, gratulation, and obedient good-will. They were attired as knights, and must have wearied her Majesty by the length and mock heroism of their wretched verses. See Corrie & Evans, p. 354.

heard the brave boy-champions prate;

Brennus

The weather-worn statues on either side Saint John's Arch are supposed to represent Brennus and Belinus, sons of Dunwallo, an early king of Britain, the reputed founders of the city. Of Eulogium Historiarum, 1366 A.D., “Brennius civitatem condidit in occidentali parte Britanniæ, et eam nomine suo appella scilicet Brenston; nunc vero per syncopen Bristow vocitatur.” Vol. II., p. 242.

above in solemn cloakèd state

Sat, and shall sit, though wind and weather come,
As long as grey-beards tell the sack

Brennus, B.C. 390, crossed the Apennines, defeated the Romans, and marched upon Rome. The eighty Fathers (senators) sat silent in their robes of office in the senate house; and Brennus and his Gauls were so awe-struck by their majestic appearance that they deemed them the gods of Rome. A Gaul stretched out his hand and stroked the beard of one of the Fathers, named Papyrius, who struck the insolent soldier with his staff. The man smote him dead; and a general massacre ensued. Livy's account is familiar to every schoolboy.

of Rome,

And youth spells out the eighty Fathers' fate,
Bid by the years that speak with voiceless words.
Portcullis up! The doors are open wide;
But, deep in earth, behold on either side,
Framed like the cross, twin giant-hafted swords;
And they who pass thy towered portals feel
Christ wins by love what mortals grasp with steel.

A large ransom was offered by the Romans; the Gauls, bringing false balances, the former remonstrated, whereupon Brennus arrogantly flung his sword into the scale, exclaiming— “Væ victis!”