5639 P85k Potter Kymber Ja THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD ENDOWMENT FUND ! K M B R A MONODY. [Price One Shilling.] K Y M B E R. MONO T O Sir A R MINE WODEHOUSE, Bart. By Mr. P O T T E R. Dii patrii, quorum femper fub Numine Troja eft, Non tamen omnino Teucros delere paratis. Cum tales Animos Juvenum, et tam certa tuliftis Peftora. LONDON, Printed for R. M a n b y ; and fold by J. P r r d d e n, at the Featiers in Fket-Jireei \ and M. Cooper, in Pater'ttojler-Row. MDCCLIX. ^ ^^ PR. K Y M B E R YE T once more ye lov'd poplars, and once more My filver yare, your hallow'd haunts I tread, The bough-inv/oven bank, the dama/kt mead. And feek the fweet iliade of the woodbine bow'r. If haply here the Britifh miife abide : For not on Ifis' academic iide, Nor where proud Thamis rolls his royal waves Thro' foreft brown or funny meadow fair, Her rapture-breathing voice enchants the ear : Nor in thofe fields that honour'd Camus laves ; 870491 IICj He, rev'rend {ire, the facred groves beneath Oft' deckt with laureat wreath. Thro' the ftill valleys winds his penfive way Without the fweet note of one warbled fong ; Save ever and anon fome plaintive lay Pours its foft airs, the ruftic tombs among, To the low winds that thro' his ofiers breath, And murmur to the ruflling reeds beneath. Does fhe o'er Cambria's rugged mountains Aray, Snowdon's rude clifis, or huge Plinlimmon's height? Or in rough Conway's foaming floods delight, That down the fteep rocks urge their headlong way? There chaunts the raptur'd bard in folemn ftrain Malgo's ftrong lance, Cadwallin's puiilant reign, High deeds recorded yet in druid fongs : Or fwells his woe-wild notes, of pow r to fpread Chill horror round the rutblefs tyrant's head, For Urien's fate, for bleeding Mpdred's wrongs, Ani fmites the harp in dreadful harmony. Or does fhe love to lie In the mild fhade of Hulla's fofrer groves, And [7] And twine the vermeil wreath to grace the youth, Whofe rapt bread glows, as o'er the beach he roves, Touch'd v/ith the facred flame of ftar-bright truth ; Whilft to her lore his manly meafure flows, " And wakes old Humber from his deep repofe." Yet deign, if not to dwell, thy prefence deign Here, heav'nly vifltant ; and with thee bring The loftieft note that fvvell d the founding firing. When flern Tyrtceus rais'd th' heroic ftrain ; To arms the warrior poet fmote his lyre, And all Laconia caught the martial fire. Thee too, harmonious maid, the firings obey ; Strike them, and bid th' iiifpiring numbers flow, Bid Britain's fons with Spar';a*s fpirit glow, And rouze old Albion v/ith thy aweful lay. Thy lay fhall well-born Wodelioufe deign to hear, As now with Qren'rous care From honour's fount th' enliv'ning; ftreams he brings To viflt, as they flow, that fllver bow'r. Where the fair plant of public virtue fprlngs. And breaths pure fragrance from each glowing flow'r Like [8] Like heav'n's own amarant th' ia^mortal tree - Shoots, blooms, and bears ; the grov^'th of Kimberley. Haft thou no verfe then, heav'nly virgin fay. By truth attun'd on fancy's fairy plain ; No folemn air, no hymn of higher vein, To hail the bleffed morn's aiifpicious ray, When, thefe tall tow'rs rejoicing to behold, Forth walk'd the orient fun, array'd in gold, Firft on their glitt'ring tops t'imprefs his beams ; Thence, siancing downwards, foarkled on the tide That bends along yon' hoar gro\'e's mofs-grown fide. And fcatter'd crimfon o'er its azure ftreams ? The naids, hafting from their coral caves Beneath the cryftal waves, (In pearled braids their amber trefies bound) Thrice wav'd their hands, and haii'd the riiino; tow'rs : The wood-nymphs too, with fioriilit chaplets crov.'n'd, Forfook their groves, forfook their broider'd bow'rs ; And thrice their hands they wav'd, and thrice they faid, " Raife, ye hur ftruclurcs, raife your tovv'ry head!" Next l9l Next Kymber came, flow winding o'er the lea, His beard and fedge-crown'd locks all ulver'd o'er With rev'rend eld, as winter breathing frore Hangs on the bare boughs of the fpangled tree : His urn was filver fretted round with gold, With runic rimes imbofl, and figures old, Th' illuftrious moniments of Britifh fame : Here ftout Tenantius draws his righteous fword To crufh the curs'd rule of a foreign lord, And fpreads unconquer'd freedom's facred flame : There war-worn Kymbeline, by vidlor's pow'r Forth-drlv'n from princely bow'r, To the thick fhelter of thefe fhades retir'd Feeding high thoughts and flames of vengeful war, (Like a chac'd lion with fell fury fir'd) Writhes on the lurking traitor's clofe-couch'd fpear, And bids the confcious grove, and bids the plain. And kindred ftream his honour'd name retain. High on her warlike car Bonduca ftands, The plumed helmet glitt'ring on her brow, Whilft loofe in ftreams of gold her trefies flow, The bow and pointed javelin grace her hands j B Deliberate [lo] Deliberate courage lightens in her eye, And confcious worth, and inborn majefty: Heroic emprefs ! as thy virtues Ipread, Rome's rav'ning eagle cow'rs his quiv'ring wings, Hope fmiles, fair Liberty her bleflings brings. And heav'n-born Glory rays thy facred head. Grac'd with thefe fculptur'd fcenes of antient fame With ftately ftep he came ; Nor wanted in his way melodious found From pipe or paft'ral reed, or dulcet voice Of nymph or Nafd him enringing round. Or quiring birds that in his fliade rejoice. Or gently warbling wind, or water's fall Soft-trickling from his urn in murmurs muficaL Then on the flately ftrudure's tow'ry height With confcious pride he fix'd his raptur'd eyes ; - And as paft fcenes of antient glory rife Arranged on fancy's field in order bright. He paus'd; then graceful bow'd his rev'rend head, And thus in lofty ftrain due homage paid. (( Ye [ " ] *' Ye ftrong-bas'd battlements, ye gorgeous walls, " Ye princely ftrudlures, that with fplendor crown'd " Shine o'er your wide dominion ftretching round, " To you with friendly voice your Kymber calls, *' And bids you hail ! thereto he adds your name " Renown'd in antient fame, " Hail Wodehoufe-tow'r ! to tell you with what pride, " What triumph he your glitt'ring ftate furveys, " That dignifies his lily-filver'd fide, " And wakes fweet mem'ry of thofe glorious days, *' When fuU-plum'd Vid'ry wav'd her golden wing, " And deckt with trophies proud his honoured fpring, te- " Yes, Kymber! now thou may'ft with joy retrace *' The long fucceflion of thy patriot line; " With joy behold th' unclouded luftre fhine *' Which virtue beams around her favor'd race. ** Canft thou forget the lord of Wodehoufe-tow'r, *' Whofe ftrong-built baftions fcorn'd the Norman's pow'r? " From Deva's banks (whofe myftic waters glide *' By holy Whitchurch, thro' thofe paftur'd plains " Long fince the warlike Talbot's rich domains, " When from Blackmere he brought his lovely bride, • B 2 "The [12] " The fair L'Eftrange) thou faw'ft the flout knight lead *' To Silfield's happier mead " His Saxon train. There Beauclerk's royal ray *' Shin'd on his battailous bold offspring, try'd " In many a hard and chevalrous ail^iy, *' When (a) Neuftria's fields with crimfon gore he dy'd, " Spread vengeful flames revolted Bayeux round, ** And dafli'd the rampir'd pride of Caen to the ground. *' Oft as Britannia's royal enfign v/av'd, *' And the ftern clarion call'd in field to fight, *' The warlike Wodehoufe march'd with proweft might, *' And the rough front of deathful danger brav J. " Let Bara tell, and let Bodotria tell, *' Fort, lough, and river, mountain, wood, and dell, " All that from fouthern Eiden's flow'ry lea *' Reaches to bleak Strath navern's northern ftrand, " Was his fword fheath'd, v/hen (b) Edward's iron hand pread defiblation wide from fea to fea ? <{ 5 (a) Sir George de Wodehoufe attend- (b) Edward I, whom Sir Bertramde ed Henry I in his expedition into Nor- Wodehoufe accompanied in his wars in- mandy, A. D. 1104. Scotland. «' Or [ 13 ] " Or when the fable warrior's lifted lance " Glar'd in the eyes of France, *' Was Wodehoufe wanting to the hero's fame? " Let Crecy tell, and Poidier's purple plain, " And captive Valois' (c) hallo w'd oriflame. " His dreadlefs hardiment let (d) Gleqiiin's chain " Record, and brave (d) Dandrehen's froward fate, ^/ ,_ *' And poor Caftilia's tyrant-wielded flate.. " Who has not heard of Somme's affrighted flood, *' How mournfully his cumber'd flreams he roU'd *' O'er iliining hauberks, fhields, and helms of gold, *' His cryftal current ftain'd with prince's blood, " When daring Delabreth in wanton pride • " The warlike Henry's v/ay-worn troop defied ? *' But all this gallant trim and rich array *' Lay foil'd in duft, when Bedford's burniflit fpear " Flam'd in their front, and thunder'd in their rear, " And York's bright blade hew'd out his dreadful way. (c) The oriflame wns a banner of ftandard by Lewis VI, and continued gold-and-flame-coloLired filk, confecratcd luch till Charles VII brought in ule the and kept in the abbey of St. Denys. white coronet. From the high opinion the French had (dd) Two gallant commanders in the of its virtue, it was made the royal army of Henry earl of Treftamare, whom " Rouze> [ H ] ' Rouze, royal England, roiize thy matchlefs might, ' And with a dragon's flight ' Sweep o'er th' enfanguin'd plains of Agincourt : ' And fee, thy Wodehoufe, whofe ftrong arm fubdued ' The ruin'd bulwarks of yon' aged fort, ' His golden chev'ron charg'd with (e) drops of blood, ' Refls on the woodmen wild that bear his fhield, ' And hails thee victor of the well-foii2;ht field ! *' Can I forget how blythe my e.abeth both by lea and land, at home, to James I, and of his bed-chamber -, at in Portugal, and in Spain : he was knight- whofe deceafe he retired to Kymberley. cd for his fcrvice at Cadiz by the earls And [ -9] *< And'cliarm the fliades, and teach the flreams to flow *' With all the melting melody of woe? " But what avail'd or voice, or tuneful hand, *' When hell-bred fadlion, rear'd on baleful wings *' Stain'd with the blood of nobles and of kings, " Spread total defolation o'er the land? " Ah Kymber ! where was then thy princely ftate ? " Sunk in the gen'ral fate : " Thy rich roofs funk, o'er golden pendents fpread ; " Faftolff's white croflct moulder'd from the wall, " And Hamo's lion dropt his gold-crown'd head ; " The facred chapel funk, the feftive hall; ** E'en thy tall tow'rs, majeftic in decay, " Like thy loft monarch, low in ruins lay. " Thus Britain funk, and thus funk Wodehoufe-tow'r ; " So links the fun, as o'er the turbid fkies " Sudden the ftorm-engend'rino- clouds arife " And vex with uproar wild night's fearful hour ; " That paft, his bright beams refalute the day, " And heighten'd fplendors crown his orient ray : ^ C 2 « So (( (( C 20 1 " So Britain rofe, fo rofe my princely ftate. *' But not the fvvelling column mafly proof, " The moulded pediment, the fretted roof, " Not this fair fabric proudly elevate, '' Tho' fix'd by Prowfc's juft palladian hand *' Its tovvred honours fland; *' Not this clear lake, whofe waving cryftal fpreads Round yon' hoar ifle with aweful jfhades imbrown'd ; Not thefe pure fireams that vein th'envermeil'd meads i. " Nor thofe age-honour'd oaks wide waving round ; *' Exterior glories thefe, of humbler fame, ** Beam not that fplendent ray which dignifies my name. " The fpark of honour kindling glorious thought, *' The foul by warm benevolence refin'd, " Th' 33therial glow that melts th' empaflion'd mind, " And virtue's work to fair perfedlion brought, " Be thefe my glories. And thou, pow'r benign ! • " Whofe living fplendors round the patriot fhine, " Immortal genius of this far-fam'd land, " This fcepter'd ifle thron'd midft the circling fea, "'^'Seat of the brave, and fortrefs of the/ree, *' Oft haft thou deign'd to take thy hallow'd ftand , . [ =' ] ** Thefe (hades among ; at virtue's radiant flirine '' Oft caught the flame divine, " When dark corruption dim'd thy fov'reign Hght ; " Thence beam'd thy folemn foul-ennobling ray ** To gild thefe groves with all thy luftre bright, " Where nobly thoughtful Mordaunt loves to ftray, " And manly Prowfe, with ev'ry fcience crown'd, " In freedom's ruftic feat the polifh'd graces thron'd. • *' And thou, to whom thy Kymber tunes this drain,. ** If ftrain like this may reach thy nicer ear, ** O deign in mine thy country's voice to hear, " Which never to a Wodehoufe call'd in vain! " By the proud honours of thy martial creft, " The trophied tombs where thy fam'd fathers refl,- " By Lacy's, Clervaux', Hunfdon's, Armine's name, " By manhood's, glory's, freedom's, virtue's praife, " Wake the high thought, the lofty fpirit raife, *' And blazon thy hereditary fame. " That fame (hall live, whilft pride's unrighteous pow'r, *' The pageant of an hour, " Fades [ « ] " Fades from the guiity fcenc, and finks in night: " That fame fliali live, and fpread its conftant rays, " Warm like the bleffed fun with genial light; " Whilft vice and folly fpend their baleful blaze, " As meteors, glaring o'er a troubled fky, *' Shoot their pernicious fires, amaze, and die.". He ceas'd his gratulation: the high flrain Pierc'd the thick gloom where Britain's genius lay (s) Cover'd with charmed Cloud from view of day : He heard, and burfcing thro' the falfcd train In all the majefly or empire rofe. And iffued fhern to quell his vaunting foes. The Naids faw, and fvvell'd their furging floods ; Old Kymber faw, and fmil'd ; the burnillit glades Rejoic'd ; the groves wav'd their exulting {hades ; And lofty Feorhou bow'd with all his woods. The lordly lion ramping by his fide He march'd in martial pride, And pour'd his flaming fpirit o'er the land : The kindling hamlets, rouz'd with war's alarms, Snatch the bright faulchion from the hireling hand, And bravely train their tree- born youth to arms ; (s) A line of Spenfer's F. Q^ Whilft [ 23 ] Whilft Liberty her glitt'ring enfign waves, And bids each gen'rous fon difdain an hofl of flaves. Then royally on th' ocean wave enthron'd, With all his terrors arm'd, he rode fublime, And roll'd his thunders o'er each hoftile clime : Seine's filken vafTals trembled at the found ; The cloud-wrapt promontory fhook, and all Its rock-bas'd rampires nodded to their h\\. Reign ever thus, unconquer'd Britain, reign ; Whilft thy free fons in firm battalions ftand, And guard with lion-ramp their native land, Thus fix thy throne, thus rule the fubjed: main ! So fhali bright Vid'ry o'er thy laurel'd head Her eagle-pennons fpread; Whilft foft-ey'd Peace, quitting at thy command Her radiant orb in yon' empyreal plain. Waves o'er the willing world her myrtle wand : So {hall the Mufe her doric oat difdain, And, touch'd with fpherc-born rapture's hallow'd fire. Swell her triumphal notes, and fvvcep the golden lyre. FINIS. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. THE LUBRARY litaTT OF CALIFORNIA Las ANGEL-ES D 000 000 893 8 ]