Imperial Windsor's turrets frown, And massy. fanes of old renown. Give me to gaze with ardent eye To ken aloft the radiant rows Of banners won from Britain's foes; Shew the dark mail that Edward wore; The falchion shew, whose thundering stroke From whose fell glare unnerv'd with dread Or from its edge, with nobler aim, O FANCY! give me to pervade Chambers in pictur'd pomp array'd, Peopling whose stately walls I view The godlike forms that Raffaelle drew, Enraptur'd see his magic hand Wield the creative pencil-wand, * Edward, styled the Black Prince, from the sable armour which he wore, son of Edward the Third, Whose touches animation give, The Passions feel its potent charm, Lo! where Dismay with haggard-gaze Lo! motionless Attention stands, t Where to the firmament his hands Her unknown God's tremendous name! Deep read in Superstition's lore, Behold capricious Zeal adore, ‡ * Cartoon.-The Death of Ananias, in the Royal apartments at Windsor Castle. + Cartoon.-Paul preaching at Athens. Cartoon.-Paul and Barnabas at Lystra, In sublunary weeds array'd, The fabled Gods her fears have made! "Those pow'rful sounds," she cries, "I know: "Hark! from the honied lips they flow "Of Maia's Son !-Can Man dispense "Activity to impotence? "Can energy of mortal hand "The shrunk, distorted limb expand? "Inveterate force of ills confound, "And bid the lame with transport bound ?— ""Tis Jove's, the unexampled deed! "To Jove th' Isaurian Steer shall bleed! "To Jove the rich libations pour! "Braid in bright wreaths each blooming flow'r, "Swell each loud strain of festive mirth, "To gratulate the Gods on earth !”— Artist supreme! by Nature taught To quench thy pencil's hallow'd fire; * Raffaelle died in 1520, at the age of 37 years. On wings of ecstasy, to join Sages and saints, a band divine, Whose godlike forms (ere death withdrew The veil that darkens mortal view) Heav'n bade thy penetrative eye Amid her dazzling courts descry; And grateful hail their Monarch's name, Who bids immortal Science soar; Far seen in venerable pride, In REYNOLDS' living canvass glows; Where Grace and Energy divine, The British Raffaelle's brows renown'd. Thy Lilies, France, no more assume No more with peerless lustre glow, But soil with blood their native snow!— * The Victories of Edward the Third, and Edward the Black Prince, painted by Mr. West. |