Ere that soft rose-bloom of the soul be fled, Clouds of rich incense from his altars roll'd, Dispersed the smoke of perfumes, and laid bare The heart's deep folds, to read its homage there! When some crown'd conqueror, o'er a trampled world His banner, shadowing nations, hath unfurl'd, Oh! there are loftier themes, for him whose eyes Have search'd the depths of life's realities, Than the red battle, or the trophied car, Wheeling the monarch-victor fast and far; There are more noble strains than those which swell The triumphs ruin may suffice to tell! Ye prophet-bards, who sat in elder days Oh! not alone, those haunted groves among, With the bright day-spring, every distant shore, To make the home of peace in hearts that bleed ; And bless'd and hallow'd be its haunts! for there Hath man's high soul been rescued from despair! There hath the immortal spark for heaven been There from the rock the springs of life have burst NOTES. Note 1, page 206, line 11. Still rise the cairns, of yore all rudely piled. In some parts of Dartmoor, the surface is thickly strewed with stones, which in many instances appear to have been collected into piles on the tops of prominent hillocks, as if in imitation of the natural Tors. The Stone-barrows of Dartmoor resemble the cairns of the Cheviot and Grampian hills, and those in Cornwall.-See COOKE's Topographical Survey of Devonshire. Note 2, page 207, line 12. And the rude arrow's barb remain to tell. Flint arrow-heads have occasionally been found upon Dartmoor. Note 3, page 207, line 15. The chieftain's power-they had no bard, and died. "Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Urgentur, ignotique longâ Nocte, carent quia vate sacro."-HORACE. "They had no poet-and they died."-POPE'S Translation. Note 4, page 207, line 18. There stands an altar of unsculptured stone. On the east of Dartmoor are some Druidical remains, one of which is a Cromlech, whose three rough pillars of granite support a ponderous table-stone, and form a kind of large irregular tripod. Note 5, page 208, line 2. Bade the red cairn-fires blaze from every height. In some of the Druid festivals, fires were lighted on all the cairns and eminences around, by priests, carrying sacred torches. All the household fires were previously extinguished, and those who were thought worthy of such a privilege, were allowed to re-light them with a flaming brand, kindled at the consecrated cairn-fire. Note 6, page 209, line 11. 'Twas then the captives of Britannia's war. The French prisoners, taken in the wars with Napoleon, were confined in a depot on Dartmoor. Note 7, page 214, line 19. It lives in those soft accents, to the sky. In allusion to a plan for the erection of a great national school-house on Dartmoor, where it was proposed to educate the children of convicts. WELSH MELODIES. THE HARP OF WALES. INTRODUCTORY STANZAS, INSCRIBED TO THE RUTHIN WELSH LITERARY SOCIETY. HARP of the mountain-land! sound forth again And the bright mead at Owain's feast went round: Thy tones are not to cease! The Roman came Thy tones are not to cease! The Saxon pass'd, But thou wert heard above the trumpet's blast, E'en when his towers rose loftiest o'er the vales! |