Odes, English and Latin By Thomas James Mathias. Reprinted 1798 |
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ODE VI. AN INCANTATION. FOUNDED ON THE NORTHERN MYTHOLOGY.
Hear, ye Rulers of the North,
Spirits of exalted worth!
By the silence of the night,
By subtle magic's secret rite;
By Pëolphan, murky King,
Master of th'enchanted ring;
By all and each of hell's grim host,
Howling demon, tortur'd ghost;
By each spell and potent word,
Burst from lips of Glauron's Lord;
By Coronzon's awful power;
By the dread and solemn hour,
When Gual fierce, and Damael strong,
Stride the blast that roars along;
Or in fell descending swoop,
Bid the furious spirit stoop
O'er desolation's gloomy plain,
Haunt of warriors, battle-slain.
Now the world in sleep is laid,
Thorbiorga calls your aid.
Spirits of exalted worth!
By the silence of the night,
By subtle magic's secret rite;
By Pëolphan, murky King,
Master of th'enchanted ring;
By all and each of hell's grim host,
Howling demon, tortur'd ghost;
By each spell and potent word,
Burst from lips of Glauron's Lord;
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By the dread and solemn hour,
When Gual fierce, and Damael strong,
Stride the blast that roars along;
Or in fell descending swoop,
Bid the furious spirit stoop
O'er desolation's gloomy plain,
Haunt of warriors, battle-slain.
Now the world in sleep is laid,
Thorbiorga calls your aid.
Mark the sable feline coat,
Spotted girdle, velvet-wrought;
Mark the skin of glistening snake,
Sleeping seiz'd in forest brake,
And the chrystal radiant stone,
On which day's Sovereign never shone;
Mark the cross, in mystic round,
Meetly o'er the sandal bound,
And the symbols grav'd thereon,
Holiest Tetragrammaton!
Now while midnight torches gleam,
(Rivals of the moon's pale beam,
On ocean's unfrequented shore
Some moss-grown ruin silvering o'er,)
I scatter round this charmed room,
The fragrance of the myrrh's perfume;
And bending o'er this consecrated sword,
Confirm each murmur'd spell, each inly thrilling word.
Spotted girdle, velvet-wrought;
Mark the skin of glistening snake,
Sleeping seiz'd in forest brake,
And the chrystal radiant stone,
On which day's Sovereign never shone;
Mark the cross, in mystic round,
Meetly o'er the sandal bound,
And the symbols grav'd thereon,
Holiest Tetragrammaton!
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(Rivals of the moon's pale beam,
On ocean's unfrequented shore
Some moss-grown ruin silvering o'er,)
I scatter round this charmed room,
The fragrance of the myrrh's perfume;
And bending o'er this consecrated sword,
Confirm each murmur'd spell, each inly thrilling word.
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