Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон)

King Arthur’s Funeral

WHEN Arthur bowed his haughty crest,
No princess, veiled in azure vest,
Snatched him, by Merlin’s potent spell,
In groves of golden bliss to dwell,
Where, crowned with wreaths of mistletoe,
Slaughtered kings in glory go:
But when he fell, with wingéd speed,
His champions, on a milk-white steed,
From the battle’s hurricane,
Bore him to Joseph’s towered fane,
In the fair vale of Avalon:
There, with chanted orison,
And the long blaze of tapers clear,
The stoléd fathers met the bier:
Through the dim aisles, in order dread
Of martial woe, the chief they led,
And deep intombed in holy ground,
Before the altar’s solemn bound.
Around no dusky banners wave,
No mouldering trophies mark the grave:
Away the ruthless Dane has torn
Each trace that Time’s slow touch had worn;
And long o’er the neglected stone
Oblivion’s veil its shade has thrown.

1. Verses Written at Montauban, 1750
2. Sonnet Written after Seeing Wilton House
3. On Revisiting the River Loddon
4. Monody Written near Stratford-upon-Avon
5. Inscription over a Spring in Blenheim Gardens

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