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saw twelve gigantic figures resembling women; they were all employed about a loom; and, as they wove, they sung the following dreadful Song; which, when they had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and (each taking her por. tion) galloped fix to the North, and as many to the South,
A N O D E.
NOW the ftorm begins to lowr,
Note.---The Valkyriur were female divinities, servants of Odin (or Woden) in the Gothic mythology. Their name signifies Chufers of the slain. They were mounted on fwift horses, with drawn words in their hands, and in the throng of battle feleted such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to Valkalla, the hall of Odin, or paradise of the Brave; where they attended the banquet, and served the departed heroes with horns of mead and ale
Iron Neet of arrowy shower*
Glitt'ring lances are the loom,
See the griefly texture grow,
Shafts for shuttles dipt in gore,
* How quick they wheel'd; and flying,
behind them shot
Milton's Paradise Regain'd, f The noise of battle hurtled in the air.
Shakespeare's Julius Cæfar:
Mifta, black, terrific Maid,
Ere the ruddy Sun be set,
(Weave the crimson web of war)
As the paths of Fate we tread,
We the reins to slaughter give,
They, whom once the defart beach
Low the dauntless Earl is laid,
Long his loss shall Eirin weep,
Horror covers all the heach,
Hail the talk, and hail the hands !