* Niftheimer was the hell of the Gothic nations, and confifted of nine worlds, to which were configned all such as died of fickness, old-age, or by any other means than in battle; over it prefided HLA the Goddess of death. Where long of yore to fleep was laid The duft of the prophetic Maid. Facing to the northern clime, Thrice he trac'd the runic rhyme; Thrice pronounc'd, in accents dread, The thrilling verfe that wakes the dead; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'd a fullen found. PROPHETES S. What call unknown, what charms, prefume To break the quiet of the tomb? Who thus afflicts my troubled fprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long |