Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Constance De Castile | ||
XII. Minstrel Song.
For the subject of this song, see the ballad of King Arthur's death in the third volume of the collection of Ancient Poems published and admirably illustrated by the Bishop of Dromore.
“Heard ye afar the storm of war?
Saw ye Camlan's crimson plain?
Fiercely the kindred squadrons met,
Britain's sun in blood is set
Beneath the western main.
Saw ye Camlan's crimson plain?
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Britain's sun in blood is set
Beneath the western main.
Chill'd is valour's glowing breath,
Hush'd the traitor's yell:
Slow sail'd on silent pinion Death,
And over all the blasted heath
His giant shadow fell.
Hush'd the traitor's yell:
Slow sail'd on silent pinion Death,
And over all the blasted heath
His giant shadow fell.
Ah! who the bleeding King shall bear
From Camlan's fatal ground?
No friend, no living man is there,
Save one, his bosom's grief to share,
Or staunch each welling wound.
From Camlan's fatal ground?
No friend, no living man is there,
Save one, his bosom's grief to share,
Or staunch each welling wound.
Lone Gloster gaz'd in speechless woe—
Can friendship aid impart?
The death-drops stand on Arthur's brow,
And scarce the lingering currents flow
That feed his lion heart.
Can friendship aid impart?
The death-drops stand on Arthur's brow,
And scarce the lingering currents flow
That feed his lion heart.
Bear thou my sword to yonder strand,
And o'er the wild waves cast.”
From ocean sprung a shadowy hand,
Thrice wav'd in air the charmed brand.
The wond'rous vision past.
And o'er the wild waves cast.”
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Thrice wav'd in air the charmed brand.
The wond'rous vision past.
The dying King was seen no more:
But airy harpings rung,
The winds, the waves, forgot to roar,
And Echo, from the ocean bore,
The note a fairy sung.”
But airy harpings rung,
The winds, the waves, forgot to roar,
And Echo, from the ocean bore,
The note a fairy sung.”
Constance De Castile | ||