THE FINDING OF HAROLD'S DEAD BODY. The scene of the following Poem is the field of Hastings: the time-evening, and part of the night immediately after the termination of the battle. It will be remembered that Harold was slain by a Norman archer, whose arrow penetrated the king's eye, and decided the fate of the conflict just as the day was closing. "The Waltham Abbey M. S." (which was written about a century after the Norman invasion,) "describes the circumstances attending the search for Harold very interestingly. Two Monks, who had watched the battle at a distance, afterwards went to William, and earnestly begged permission to take away Harold's body. On his assent they presented him with ten marcs of gold, as a tribute of their gratitude, and proceeded to the field of the dead to find the body. But they turned over the corpses in vain; the human features are so altered by death, that they could not recognise it. They saw only one melancholy alternative: this was to bring to the horrid place his favorite Editha, surnamed Swanneshals, or Swan's Neck. Her affectionate eye, and more familiar acquaintance with his person, at last discovered him. He was conveyed to Waltham Abbey, many Norman Counts assisting in his funeral honours."-NOTE IN SHARON TURNER'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND, page 64. I. The evening sun was low on Albion's plain, In the deep sleep that no awakening day Can e'er dispel! a few short hours before, That field was all with flowers and verdure gay; And strewed with shatter'd arms, and stained with human gore! II. Near to the battle field, a grassy glade III. With timid steps and slow, two holy men,* *The Monks of Waltham Abbey were so sure that the issue of the battle would be unfortunate for Harold, who would not wait for a competent force, that they "sent two of their most respected brethren-Osegod Cnoppe, and Ailric, the Childemaister-to watch the battle; and if he fell, to secure the body."-NOTE FROM SHARON TURNER. IV. A thousand lips breathed forth a passing prayer, These rugged spirits thus by heavenly grace! Swept half the sternness from each savage face, V. Ere from the cross the monarch turned his eyes, VI. "On yon red field, among the unburied slain, Thy foe and victim, royal Harold lies; Grant, mighty king! that we may search the plain, If so his mangled corse may meet our eyes (Ah, me! cut off in this his high emprize, Last monarch of the immortal Alfred's line!) To thee, who sway'st the nation's destinies We kneel, to beg thou wilt this boon assign, Who never knelt before, save at God's holy shrine. VII. "The truly great, oft, even in victory's hour, * Alexander, at the death of Darius; Cæsar, at that of Pompey, &c. Our Shakspeare has made that of Antony at the death of Brutus the most familiar instance : ANTONY-" This was the noblest Roman of them all! All the conspirators, save only he, Did what they did in envy of great Cæsar; He only, in a general honest thought VIII. He ceased the conqueror, William, then replied— Of honour brightens all which else might awful seem! IX. "And if for him I felt a touch of woe, "Personal resentment concurred with ambition to stimulate William to the invasion of England, when Harold, violating his oath, had assumed the crown on the death of the Confessor; and the Norman gave his aggression a personal character. It was the breach of faith and perjury of Harold, that he called on his own countrymen and his foreign auxiliaries to punish; and in the day of the battle, this was one of the topics of his military address. With this plea of right he soothed the consciences, and with the promise of his liberality in the distribution of the plunder of England, he excited the cupidity of 50,000 knights, to attempt the arduous expedition. He landed he fought-he conquered-and his reviled competitor perished in the battle."-SHARON TURNER, page 58. |