following dreadful Song: which, when they had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and (each taking her portion) galloped fix to the north, and as many to the south. Thefe were the Valkyriur, female divinities, fervants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their name fignifies Choofers of the Slain. They were mounted on fwift horfes, with drawn fwords in their hands; and in the throng of battle felected fuch as were defined to flaughter, and conducted them to Valkälla, the hall of Odin, or Paradife of the Brave, where they attended the banquet, and ferved the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale. Now the ftorm begins to lower, Iron-fleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air. Glittering lances are the loom,' Where the dusky warp we ftrain, See the grifly texture grow! ('Tis of human entrails made) And the weights, that play below, Each a gafping warrior's head. Shafts Shafts for fhuttles, dipp'd in gore, Mista, black terrific Maid, Ere the ruddy fun be fet, Pikes must shiver, javelins fing,' Blade with clattering buckler meet, Hauberk crash, and helmet, ring. (Weave the crimson web of war) Where our friends the conflict fhare, As the paths of Fate we tread, Wading through th' enfanguined field, Gondula, and Geira, fpread O'er the youthful King your fhield, We the reins to flaughter give, Ours to kill, and ours to spare: Spite of danger he shall live. (Weave the crimson web of war.) They, They, whom once the defert beach Low the dauntless Earl is laid, Gored with many a gaping wound : Fate demands a nobler head; Soon a King fhall bite the ground. Long his lofs fhall Eirin* weep, Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the fun. Sifters, weave the web of death.Sifters, cease: the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands! Triumph to the younger King! Mortal, thou that hear'ft the tale, * Ireland. Sifters, Sifters, hence with fpurs of fpeed: Each her thundering faulchion wield: Each beftride her fable fteed, Hurry, hurry to the field, No. XLIII, THE DESCENT OF ODIN. FROM THE NORSE TONGUE.......GRAY. The original is to be found in Bartholinus, de caufis contemnendæ mortis; Hafnice, 1689, quarto. Upreis Odinn allda gautr, &c. UPROSE the King of Men with speed, That leads to Hela's drear abode. * Him the Dog of Darkness fpied; His fhaggy throat he open'd wide, Hoarse * Niflheimr, the hell of the Gothie nations, confited of nine worlds, to which were devoted all fuch as died of ficknefs, old age, or by any other means than in battle. Over it prefided Bela, the Goddess of Death. |