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“ He lash'd his sturdy fides with stern delight, " And rifing in his rage prepar'd for fight. “ With inftant ire his mane erected grew, “ His hair look'd horrid, of a brindled hue ; “ Circling his back, he feem'd in fact to bound, And like a bow he bent his body round; As when the fig-tree skilful wheelers take For rolling chariots rapid wheels to make " The fellies first, in fires that gently glow, « Gradual they heat, and like a circle bow; “ Awhile in curves the pliant timber ftands. " Then springs at once elastic from their hands. “ On me thus from afar, his foe to wound, “Sprung the fell lion with impetuous bound. ** My left hand held my darts direct before, Around my breast a thick strong garb I wore ; My right, club-guarded, dealt a deadly biow “ Full on the temples of the rushing foe: « So hard his skall, that, with the sturdy stroke, “My knotted club of rough wild-olive broke : Yet, ere I clos'd, his favage fury fled, “ With trembling leg's he stood, and nodding head; “ The forceful onset had contus'd his brain, - Dim mists obscur'd his eyes, and agonizing pain. “ This I perceiv'd; and now, an easy prey, “ I threw my arrows and my bow away, “ And, ere the beast recover'd of his wound, “ Seiz'd his thick neck, and pinn'd him to the ground; . With all my might on his broad back I preft, “ Left his fell claws should tear my adverse breast ; “Then mounting, 'close my legs in his I twind, " And with my feet secur'd his paws behind ; « My thighs I guarded, and with all my ftrength “ Heav'd him from earth, and held him at arm's length, « And strangled thus the fellest of the fell; “ His mighty foul descending funk to hell. The conqueit gain’d, fresh doubts my mind divide, “How shall I strip the monster's shaggy hide ? “ Hard talk ! for the tough skin repell’d the dint " Of pointed wood, keen steel, or sharpest flint: “ Some god inspir'd me, standing still in pause, « To Alay the lion with the lion's claws, “ This I accomplith'd, and the spoil now yields A firm security in fighting fields : " Thus, Phyleus, was the Nemean monster Dain, “. T'he terror of the forest and the plain, " That flocks and herds devour'd, and many a village

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The story of Godiva. From Edge-bill, a poem. By Richard Jage. A. M.

HEN * Edward, last of Egbert's royal race,

O'er fev'n united realms the sceptre fway'd,
Earl Leofric, with trust of sov'reign pow's,
The subject Mercians ruled. His lofty state
The loveliest of her sex! in inward grace
Most lovely; wife, , beneficent, and good,
The fair Godiva shar'd. A noble dame,
Of Thorold's ancient line! But pageant pomp
Charm'd not her saintly mind like virtuous deeds,
And tender feeling for another's woe.
Such gentle-passions in his lofty breast
He cherish'd not; but with despotic fway,
Controllid his vallal tribes, and from their toil!
His luxury maintain'd. Godiva saw
Their plaintive looks; with grief she saw thy arts,
O Coventry! by tyrant laws depress’d;
And urg'd her haughty lord, by every plea
That works on gen'rous minds, with patriot rule,
And charter'd freedom, to retrieve thy weal.
Thus pleaded the, but pleaded all in vain !
Deaf was her lord; and, with a stern rebuke,
He will'd her ne'er again, by such request,
To touch his honour, or his rights invade.
What could she do? Must his severe command
Check the ftrong pleadings of benevelence?
Must public love to matrimonial rules
Of lordly empire, and obedience meek,
Perhaps by man too partially explain's !
Give way? For once Godiva dar'd to think
It might not be ; and, amiably perverse !
Her fuit renew'd. Bold was the adventrous deed
Yet not more bold than fair! if pitiful
Be fair, and charity, that knows no bounds,
What haft thou then to fear from wrath inflam'd
With sense of blackest guilt? Rebellion, join'd
With female weakness, and officious zeal!
So Leofric might call the virtuous deed; ,
Perhaps might punish as befitted deed
So call'd, if love restrain'd not. Yet, though love
O'er anger triumphd, and imperious rule,
Nor o'er his pride; which better to maintain,
His answer thus he artfully return'd.

Why will the partner of my royal ftate,
Forbidden, still her wild pečition urge ;
Edward the Confeffor.
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Think not my breast is steel'd against the touch
Of sweet humanity. Think not I hear
Regardless thy request. If piety,
Or other motive, with mistaken zeal,
Call’d to thy aid, pierc'd not my stubborn frame,
Yet to the pleader's worth, and modett charms,
Would

my

fond love no trivial boon impart,
But pomp and fame forbid. That vafalage,
Which, thoughtless, thou would'it tempt me to diffolve,
Exalts our splendour, and augments my pow's.
With tender bofoms form'd, and yielding hearts,
Your sex foon melts at fights of vulgar woe;
Heedless how glory fires the manly breast
With love of high pre-eminence. This flame,
In female minds, with weaker fury glows,
Opposing less the specious arguments
For milder regimen, and public weal.
But plant some gentler passion in its room,
Some virtuous instinct suited to your make.
As glory is to ours, like it requir'd
A ransom for the vulgars vaffal state,
Then would the strong contencion foon evince
How falsely now thou judgest of my mind,
And juftify my conduct. Thou art fair,
And chaste as fair; with nicest sense of shame,
And fanctity of thought. Thy hofom thou
Did'it ne'er expose to shameless dalliance
Of wanton eyes; normill.concealing it
Beneath the treach'rous cov'ring, tempt aside
The secret glance, with meditated fraud.
Go now, and lay thy modeft garments by,
In naked beauty mount thy milk-white steed,
And through the ftreets, in face of open day,
And gazing slaves, their fair deliv’rer ride':

Then will I own thy pity was fincere,
Applaud thy virtue, and confirm thy suit.
But if thou lik’It not such ungentle terms.
And public spirit yields to private shame,
Think then that Leofric, like thee, can feel,
Like thee, may pity, while he seems severe,
And urge thy suit no more. His fpeech he clos'd,
And, with strange oaths, confirm d the deep resolve.

Again, within Godiva's anxious breast
New tumults rose.' At length her female fears
Gave way, and sweet humanity prevaila.
Reluctant, but resolvid, the matchless fair
Gives all her naked beauty to the fun:
Then mounts her milk-whitesteed, and thro'the streets,
Rides fearless; her dithevellid hair a veil!

That

That o'er her beauteons limbs luxuriant flow'd,
Like * Venus, when, upon the Tyrian shore,
Disguis’d she met her son.' Wiih gratitude,
And rev'rence low, th' aftonith'd citizens
Before their great sultana prostrate fall,
Or to their inmoft privacies retire.
All, but one prying slave! who fondly hop'de
With venial curiosity, to gaze
On fuch a wondrous dame. But foul disgrace
O'ertook the bold offender, and he tands,
By juft decree, a spectacle abhorr'd,
And lasting monument of swift reveage.
For thoughts impure, and beauty's injured charms t.

deratque comas diffundere ventis, Virg. † Story of Leifric and Godiva, from Sir Will. Dugdale's antiquities of Warwickshire.

The following narrative is fubjoined to satisfy the enriosity of such as may not have a prelent opportunity of consulting this valuable collection of antiquities. That part of the story, of which no mention is made hete, re{ts upon other authorities, sufficient, at leaft, for the writer's purpose, though fomewhat differently relared. How far he has fucceeded in explaining what appeared to him to be obscure, and in giving a true meaning and copliftency to the whole, and thereby rendering it more credible, agrecably to those seemingly authentic memorials which are preserved of it, is left to the judgment of the reader. The fory, as taken from a MS. in Bib. Bod. and Math. Paris, is as follows :

« This Leofric wedded Godeva, a moft beautiful and devout lady, fister to onc Thorald, sheriff of Lincolnshire, in those days, and founder of Spalding, Abbey, as also of the "Rock and lineage of Thorald, sheriff of that county, in the time of Kenulph, king of Mereia. " Which counters Godeva bearing an extraordinary affection to this place, often, and earnestly belonght her husband, that, for the love of God, and the ble med Virgin, he would free it from that grierous lervitude wbereunto it was subject. But he rebuking her for impor; tuning him in a matter so inconhstent with his profit, commanded that the hould thenceforth forbear to move therein. Yet the, out of her womanith pertinacity, continued to folicit him, insomuch that he told her, if she would ride on horse. back, naked, from one end of the town to the other, in the fight of all the pecple, he would grant her request. Whereuoto the return'u, But will you give me leave for to do? And he replying, Yes; the noble lady, upon an appoin:ed day, got on horseback, naked, with her hair loose, To that it covered all her body, but the legs, and thus periorming the journey, the returned with joy to her husband, who thereupon granted to the inhabitants a charter of freedoni.

It is pleasant enough to observe, with what earneftness the above-mentioned Jear ned writer dwells on the prailes of this renown°d lady. ~ And now, before I proceed, says he, I have a word more to say of the noble countess Godeva, which is, that besides her devout advancement of that piops work of his, i. e. her husband, Leotric, in this magnificent monastery, viz. of monks, at Coventry; Mhe gave her whole tieature the eto, and sent for skiliul goldsmiths, who, with all the gold and silver (he had, made croffes, images of faints, and other curious ornaments.” Which passages may serve as a specimen of the devotion and patriotisır of those timis.

Ye

Ye guardians of her rights, so nobly won!
Cheriħ the Muse's labour, who intent
On your renown, and chalte Godiva's fame,
Hath long o'er monkish tales, and foul records
Attentive ponder'd, ftudious to expound
Their dark intendment, her heroic deed

Illustrate, and your gay proceffion grace,
Of Birmingham-its manufailures-iron-ore-process of it.-Panegyric upon

iron. From the fame.

NI
TOR does the barren soil conceal alone

The crumbly rock, Ofttimes more pond'rous ore,
In ftrata close, beneath its furface lies,
Compact, metallic ; but with earthy parts
Incrutted. Now another process view,
And to the furnace the flow wain attend,
Here, in huge cauldrons, the rough mass they ftow,
Till, by the potent heat, the purer ore
Is liquified, and leaves the dross afloat.
Then, cautious, from the glowing pond they lead
The fiery stream along the channel'd floor;
Where, in the mazy moulds of figurd fand,
Anon it hardens, and, in ingots rude,
Is to the forge convey'd; whose weighty ftrokes,
Inceffant aided by the rapid stream,
Spread out the ductile ore, now tapering
In lengthened masses, ready to obey
The workman's will, and take its deftin'd form.

Soon o'er thy furrow'd pavement, Bremicham !
Ride the loose bars obftrep'rous ; to the fons
Of languid fense, and frame too delicate,
Harth noife perchance, but harmony to thine.

Inftant innumerable hands prepare
To shape and mould the malleable ore.
Their heavy fides tho inflated bellows heave,
Tugg'd by the pulley'd line, and, with their blaft
Continuous, the sleeping embers rouse,
And kindle into life. Straight the rough mass,
Plung'd in the blazing hearth, its heat contracts,
And glows transparent. Now, Cyclopean chief!
Quick on the anvil lay the burning bar.
And, with thy lufty fellows, on its fides
Impress the weighty stroke. See how they strain
The swelling nerve, and lift the finewy * arm

" Illi inter sese magnâ vi brachia tollunt
“ In numerum, verfantque tenaci forcipe ferrum,

Virg.

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