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A NORTHERN TALE,
See Preface to the Edition 1773,
WHERE Harold, with golden hair, spread o'er Lochlin his high commands; where, with justice, he ruled the tribes, who sunk, subdued, beneath his sword; abrupt rises Gormal + in snow! The tempests roll dark on his sides, but calm, above, his vast forehead appears. White-issuing from the skirt of his storms, the troubled torrents pour down his sides. Joining, as they roar along, they bear the Torno, in foam, to the main.
Grey on the bank and far from men, half-covered by ancient pines from the wind, a lonely pile exalts its head, longshaken by the storms of the north. To this Aled Sigurd, fierce in fight, from Harold the leader of armies, when fate had brightened his spear with renown: When he conquered in that rude field, where Lulan's warriors fell in blood, or rose, in terror, on the waves of the main. Darkly sat the grey-haired chief; yet sorrow dwelt not in his soul. But
The Gaëlic name of Scandinavia, or Scandinie.
when the warrior thought on the past, his proud heart heaved against his side : Forth flew his sword from its place, he wounded Harold in all the winds.
One daughter, and only one, but bright in form and mild of soul, the last beam of the setting line, remained to Sigurd of all his race. His son, in Lulan's battle slain, beheld not his father's flight from his foes. Nor finished seemed the ancient line! The splendid beauty of bright-eyed Fithon covered still the fallen king with renown. Her arm was white like Gormal's snow; her bosom whiter than the foam of the main, when roll the waves beneath the wrath of the winds. Like two stars were her radiant eyes, like two stars that rise on the deep, when dark tumult embroils the night. Pleasant are their beams aloft, as stately they ascend the skies.
Nor Odin forgot, in aught, the maid. Her form scarce equalled her lofty mind. Awe moved around her stately steps. Heroes loved—but shrunk away in their fears. Yet midst the pride of all her charms, her heart was soft, and her soul was kind. She saw the mournful with tearful eyes. Transient darkness arose in her breast. Her joy was in the chace. Each morning, when doubtful light wandered dimly on Lulan's waves, she rouzed the resounding woods, to Gormal's head of snow, Nor moved the maid alone, &c.
THE SAME VERSIFIED.
WHERE fair-haired Harold o'er Scandinia reigned,
Abrupt and vast. White-wandering down his side
Grey, on the bank, remote from human kind,
One daughter only, but of form divine,
In nought is Odin to the maid unkind,
The chace she loved; when morn, with doubtful beam, Came dimly wandering o'er the Bothnic stream, On Sevo's sounding sides she bent the bow, And rouzed his forests to his head of snow. Nor moved the maid alone, &c.
Page 37. line 7. note. For bated heat, read beating heart: 60. 10. text.
For Muma, read Moma. 79. 4. note. For dusky, read busky. 120. 16. For adverting, that to this, read advert
ing to this, that. 120. 17. For there is, read there are. 151. 8. text. For their friends, read his friends. 161. 10, note. For spirit, read spirits. 162. 10. text. For a desert, read the desert. 289. 4. note. For ab, read ob. 333. 8. For ludus, read ludum. 390. 21. For search, read reach. 403. 12. For sea-rock, read sea-beat rock.