Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Constance De Castile | ||
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Now, softly flow'd the slumbrous spellThat charm'd the tow'rs of Tintagel,
And on the Castle's sea-girt keep
Seal'd the warder's eye in sleep,
When Uther in Gorlois' arms
Deceitful clasp'd Igerne's charms.
Now, loudly rung the magic strain
That Merlin pour'd on Sarum's plain,
The wizard wing'd the mountain pile,
“No man knowes, saith Huntingdon, how, or why they came here. The cause thus take from the British story: Hengist, under colour of a friendly treaty with Vortigern at Amesbury—there trayterously slew CDIX. noble Bretons, and kept the King prisoner. Some thirty years after, King Ambros, to honour with one monument the names of so many murdred worthies, by help of Uterpen-dragon's forcies, and Merlin's magique, got them transported from off a plain, (others say, a hill) neare Naas in Kildare in Ireland, hither, to remain as a trophy, not of victory, but of wronged innocence. This Merlin persuaded the King, that they were medicinall, and first brought out of the utmost parts of Afrique, by giants, which thence came to inhabit Ireland.” Notes on Drayton's Poly Olbion, p. 50.
That erst with magic drugs embu'd
Lone 'mid the wilds of Afric stood:
Then pois'd the rocks on Sarum's heath,
And call'd the slain that groan'd beneath
To curse the spot where Britons bled,
And vex the shade of Hengist dead.
Constance De Castile | ||