Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? the methods here mentioned. Vide Sandys, MaunOn David's throne shall David's offspring reign,drel, and Calmet, Passim.

Note 16, page 2, col. 1.

Thy tents, Nebaioth, rise, and, Kedar, thine!

tic ruins of Estakhar, or Persepolis, the ancient capital of Persia, an account follows of the wild

See Ammianus Marcellinus, lib. xiv. p. 43. local traditions just alluded to. Vol. ii. p. 190. Ed.

The mighty master of the iv'ry throne.
Solomon. Ophir is by most geographers placed
in the Aurea Chersonesus. See Tavernier and
Raleigh.

Note 24, page 2, col. 2.

Through nature's mazes wandered unconfined.

Amst. 1735, 4to. Vide also Sale's Koran; D'Herbelot, Bibl. Orient. (article Soliman Ben Dao ud); and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments, passim. Note 26, page 2, col. 2.

2 Chron. vii. 3.

Viewed the descending flame, and blessed the present God. "And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their The Arabian mythology respecting Solomon is faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worin itself so fascinating, is so illustrative of the pre-shipped." sent state of the country, and on the whole so agreeable to Scripture, that it was judged improper to omit all mention of it, though its wildness might have operated as an objection to making it a principal object in the poem.

Note 25, page 2, col. 2.

Note 33, page 3, col. 1.

Beat o'er her soul the billows of the proud.
Psalm cxxiv. 4.

Note 34, page 3, col. 2.

Weep for your country, for your children weep.
Luke xxiii. 27, 28.

Note 35, page 3, col. 2.

And the pale parent drank her children's gore.

Josephus vi. p. 1275. Ed. Huds.

And Tadmor thus, and Syrian Balbec rose. Palmyra ("Tadmor in the desert") was really built by Solomon, (1 Kings ix. 2 Chron. viii.) and universal tradition marks him out, with great probability, as the founder of Balbec. Estakhar is also attributed to him by the Arabs. See the Romance of Vathek, and the various Travels into the East, more particularly Chardin's, in which, after a minute and interesting description of the majes- been very exalted when they ascribed so large a

Note 36, page 3, col. 2.

The stoic tyrant's philosophic pride.
The Roman notions of humanity can not have

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share to Titus. For the horrible details of his conduct during the siege of Jerusalem and after its capture, the reader is referred to Josephus. When

Note 43, page 4, col. 1.

Tabaria's stream.

Tabaria (a corruption of Tiberias) is the name

we learn that so many captives were crucified, that used for the Sea of Galilee in the old romances.

δια το πλήθος χώρα το ενελείπετο τοις ςταυροις και σταυροι τοις σωμασιν; and that after all was over, in cold blood and merriment, he celebrated his brother's birthday with similar sacrifices; we can hardly doubt as to the nature of that untold crime, which disturbed the dying moments of the "darling of the human race.' After all, the cruelties

of this man are probably softened in the high priest's narrative. The fall of Jerusalem nearly resembles that of Zaragoza, but it is a Morla who

tells the tale.

Note 41, page 4, col. 1.

The wandering hermit waked the storm of war.

Note 44, page 4, col. 1.

By northern Brenn, or Scythian Timur led.
Brennus, and Tamerlane.

Note 45, page 4, col. 1.

There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien advance.

The insolence of the French nobles twice caused

the ruin of the army; once by refusing to serve under Richard Cœur de Lion, and again by reproaching the English with cowardice in St. Louis's expedition to Egypt. See Knollee's History of the Turks.

Note 46, page 4, col. 1.

Form the long line.

The line (combat a la haye), according to Sir Walter Raleigh, was characteristic of French tactics; as the column (herse) was of the English. The English at Créci were drawn up thirty deep.

Note 47, page 4, col. 2.

Whose giant force Britannia's armies led.
All the British nations served under the same
banner.

Sono gl' Inglesi sagittarii ed hanno
Gente con lor, ch'è più vicina al polo,
Questi da l'alte selve irsuti manda
La divisa dal mondo, ultima Irlanda.

Tasso, Gierusal. lib. i. 44.

Ireland and Scotland, it is scarcely necessary to observe, were synonymous.

Note 48, page 4, col. 2.

Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear.

The axe of Richard was very famous. See

Note 49, page 4, col. 2.

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And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away. Psalm ii. 3. cvii. 16.

Peter the hermit. The world has been so long accustomed to hear the Crusades considered as the height of phrenzy and injustice, that to undertake their defence might be perhaps a hazardous task. We must however recollect, that, had it not been for these extraordinary exertions of generous cou-Warton's Hist. of Anc. Poetry. rage, the whole of Europe would perhaps have fallen, and Christianity been buried in the ruins. It was not, as Voltaire has falsely or weakly asserted, a conspiracy of robbers; it was not an unprovoked attack on a distant and inoffensive nation; it was a blow aimed at the heart of a most powerThen on your tops shall deathless verdure spring. ful and active enemy. Had not the Christian "I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the inkingdoms of Asia been established as a check to the Mahometans, Italy, and the scanty remnant of crease of the field, that ye shall receive no more Christianity in Spain, must again have fallen into the reproach of famine among the heathen.”—And their power; and France herself have needed all the heroism and good fortune of a Charles Martel to deliver her from subjugation.

Note 42, page 4, col. 1.

While beardless youths and tender maids assume The weighty morion and the glancing plume. See Vertot. Hist. Chev. Malthe, liv. 1.

Note 50, page 4, col. 2.

they shall say, This land that was desolate is become like the garden of Eden," &c. Ezek. xxxvi. Note 51, page 4, col. 2.

Courts the bright vision of descending power. "That great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God." Rev. xxi. 10.

Then as my gaze their waving eagles met,
And through the night each sparkling bayonet,
Still memory told how Austria's evil hour
Had felt on Praga's field a Frederic's power,
And Gallia's vaunting train,(4) and Mosco's
horde,

Had fleshed the maiden steel of Brunswic's sword.
Oh! yet, I deemed, that Fate, by justice led,
Might wreathe once more the veteran's silver head;
That Europe's ancient pride would yet disdain
The cumbrous sceptre of a single reign;
That conscious right would tenfold strength afford,
And Heaven assist the patriot's holy sword,
And look in mercy through the auspicious sky,
To bless the saviour host of Germany.

And are they dreams, these bodings, such as
shed

Their lonely comfort o'er the hermit's bed?
And are they dreams? or can the Eternal Mind
Care for a sparrow, yet neglect mankind?
Why, if the dubious battle own his power,
And the red sabre, where he bids, devour,
Why then can one the curse of worlds deride,
And millions weep a tyrant's single pride?

Thus sadly musing, far my footsteps strayed,
Rapt in the visions of the Aonian maid.
It was not she, whose lonely voice I hear
Fall in soft whispers on my love-lorn ear;
My daily guest, who wont my steps to guide
Through the green walks of scented even-tide,
Or stretched with me in noonday ease along,
To list the reaper's chaunt, or throstle's song:
But she of loftier port; whose grave control
Rules the fierce workings of the patriot's soul;
She, whose high presence, o'er the midnight oil,
With fame's bright promise cheers the student's
toil;

That same was she, whose ancient lore refined
The sober hardihood of Sydney's mind.
Borne on her wing, no more I seemed to rove
By Dresden's glittering spires, and linden grove;
No more the giant Elbe, all silver bright,
Spread his broad bosom to the fair moonlight,
While the still margent of his ample flood
Bore the dark image of the Saxon wood-
(Woods happy once, that heard the carols free
Of rustic love, and cheerful industry;
Now dull and joyless lie their alleys green,

"It may not be. Destruction's gory wing
Soars o'er the banners of the younger king,
Too rashly brave, who seeks with single sway
To stem the lava on its destined way.
Poor, glittering warriors, only wont to know
The bloodless pageant of a martial show;
Nurselings of peace; for fiercer fights prepare,
And dread the step-dame sway of unaccustomed
war!

They fight, they bleed!-Oh! had that blood been
shed

When Charles and Valour Austria's armies led;
Had these stood forth the righteous cause to shield,
When victory wavered on Moravia's field;
Then France had mourned her conquests made in
vain,

Her backward beaten ranks, and countless slain;
Then had the strength of Europe's freedom stood,
And still the Rhine had rolled a German flood!

"Oh! nursed in many a wile, and practised long,
To spoil the poor, and cringe before the strong;
To swell the victor's state, and hovering near,
Like some base vulture in the battle's rear,
To watch the carnage of the field, and share
Each loathsome alms the prouder eagles spare:
A curse is on thee Brandenburgh! the sound
Of Poland's wailings drags thee to the ground;
And, drunk with guilt, thy harlot lips shall know
The bitter dregs of Austria's cup of wo.

Enough of vengeance! O'er the ensanguined
plain

I gaze and seek their numerous host in vain;
Gone like the locust band when whirlwinds bear
Their flimsy regions through the waste of air.
Enough of vengeance! By the glorious dead,
Who bravely fell where youthful Lewis led;(5)
By Blucher's sword in fiercest danger tried,
And the true heart that burst when Brunswic died;
By her whose charms the coldest zeal might
warm,(6)

The manliest firmness in the fairest form-
Save, Europe, save the remnant!-Yet remains
One glorious path to free the world from chains.
Why, when your northern band in Eylau's wood
Retreating struck, and tracked their course with

blood,

While one firm rock the floods of ruin stayed,
Why, generous Austria, were thy wheels delayed?

And silence marks the track where France has And Albion!"-Darker sorrow veiled his browbeen.)

Far other scenes than these my fancy viewed:
Rocks robed in ice, a mountain solitude;
Where on Helvetian hills, in godlike state,
Alone and awful, Europe's Angel sate:
Silent and stern he sate; then, bending low,
Listened the ascending plaints of human wo.
And waving as in grief his towery head,
"Not yet, not yet the day of rest," he said;

"Friend of the friendless-Albion! where art thou?
Child of the Sea, whose wing-like sails are spread,
The covering cherub of the ocean's bed!(7)
The storm and tempest render peace to thee,
And the wild-roaring waves a stern security.
But hope not thou in Heaven's own strength to ride,
Freedom's loved ark, o'er broad oppression's tide;
If virtue leave thee, if thy careless eye
Glance in contempt on Europe's agony.