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Too, too secure in youthful pride,
To Cattraeth's vale in glitt'ring row
Wreath'd in many a golden link:
Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn:
V. 7. Cian] In Jones. Relics, it is spelt Kian.'
V. 11. In the rival poem of Taliessin mentioned before, this circumstance is thus expressed: "Three, and threescore, and three hundred heroes flocked to the variegated banners of Cattraeth; but of those who hastened from the flowing mead-goblet, save three, returned not. Cynon and Cattraeth with hymns they commemorate, and me for my blood they mutually lament." See Jones. Relics, vol. ii. p. 14.-"The great topic perpetually recurring in the Gododin is, that the Britons lost the battle of Cattraeth, and suffered so severely, because they had drunk their mead too profusely. The passages in the Gododin are numerous on this point." See Sharon Turner's Vindication of the Anc. British Poems, p. 51.
V. 14. See Sayer's War Song, from the Gaelic, in his Poems,
V. 17. See Fr. Goldsmith. Transl. of Grotius. Joseph Sophompaneas. p. 9. "Nectar of the Bees," and Euripid. Bacchr. v. 143. ῥεῖ δὲ μελισσᾶν νέκταρι.
Save Aëron brave, and Conan strong,
HAVE ye seen the tusky boar,*
CONAN's name, † my lay, rehearse,
V. 20. In the Latin translation: "Ex iis autem, qui nimio potu madidi ad bellum properabant, non evasere nisi tres." V. 21. Properly Conon,' or, as in the Welsh, 'Chynon.' V. 23. In the Latin translation: "Et egomet ipse sanguine rubens, aliter ad hoc carmen compingendum non superstes fuissem." M. "Gray has given a kind of sentimental modesty to his Bard which is quite out of place." Quarterly Review.
*This and the following short fragment ought to have appeared among the Posthumous Pieces of Gray; but it was thought preferable to insert them in this place, with the preceding fragment from the Gododin. See Jones. Relics, vol. i. p. 17.
In Jones. Relics, vol. i. p. 17, it is Vedel's name; and in turning to the original I see Rhudd Fedel,' as well as in the Latin translation of Dr. Evans, p. 75.
V. 2. "He knew himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme." Milt. Lycidas. Luke.
As the thunder's fiery stroke,
The crimson harvest of the foe.
ON THE DEATH OF MR. RICHARD WEST.
[See W. S. Landori Poemata, p. 186.]
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
A different object do these eyes require:
V. 9. "Primosque et extremos metendo stravit humum, sine clade victor." Hor. Od. iv. 14, 31.
V. 1. Milt. P. L. v. 168, "That crown'st the smiling morn." Luke.
V. 2. Lucret. vi. 204, "Devolet in terram liquidi color aureus ignis." Luke.
V. 3. Milt. P. L. iv. 602, "She all night long her amorous descant sung." Luke.
V. 8. "And in my ear the imperfect accent dies."
Dryden. Ovid. Rogers.
V. 12. Spens. B. Id. cant. iii. st. 5: "On these Cupido winged armies led, of little loves." Luke.
V. 14. A line similar to this occurs in Cibber's Alteration of Richard the Third, act ii. sc. 2:
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
EPITAPH ON MRS. JANE CLERKE.
[See Woty's Poetical Calendar, part viii. p. 121. Nicoll's Select Poems, vol. vii. p. 331.]
This lady, the wife of Dr. John Clerke, physician at Epsom, died April 27, 1757; and was buried in the church of Beckenham, Kent.
Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
"So we must weep, because we weep in vain."
"Solon, when he wept for his son's death, on one saying to him, Weeping will not help,' answered: Ai avrò dè TOUTO δακρύω, ὅτι οὐδὲν ἀνύττω· I weep for that very cause, that weeping will not avail."" See Diog. Laert. vol. i. p. 39. ed. Meibomii. It is also told of Augustus. See also Fitzgeffry's Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, B. 99.
"Oh! therefore do we plaine,
And therefore weepe, because we weepe in vaine." See also Dodsley's Old Plays, vol. x. p. 139, and Bamfylde's Sonnets, p. 6. ed. Park.
V. 1. "This weeping marble had not ask'd a tear." Pope. Epitaph on Ed. D. of Buckingham. And Winds. For. "There o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps," 313. "Orat te flebile Saxum." Burn. Anthol. Lat. vol. ii. p. 282.
Affection warm, and faith sincere,
And soft humanity were there.
She felt the wound she left behind.
Sits smiling on a father's woe:
Whom what awaits, while yet he strays
A pang, to secret sorrow dear;
Till time shall every grief remove,
With life, with memory, and with love.
Var. V. 7-10. In agony, &c.]
"To hide her cares her only art,
Was felt for him who could not save
His all from an untimely grave." MS.
V. 6. "And soft humanity that from rebellion fled," Dryden. Thr. Aug. s. xii. "Bred to the rules of soft humanity," ditto All for Love, act. ii. sc. i. "Oh! soft humanity in age beloved," Pope. Epitaph ix. "The soft virtue of humanity,” A. Smith. Mor. Sent. v. i. p. 310.