THE

TRIUMPHS OF OWEN,

A FRAGMEN T.

FROM

Mr. EVANS's Specimens of the Welch Poetry;

LONDON, 1764, Quarto.

OWEN fucceeded his Father GRIFFIN in

the PRINCIPALITY of North-Wales, A. D. 1120. This battle was fought near forty Years afterwards.

THE

TRIUMPHS OF OWEN,,

A FRAGMEN T.

WEN's praife demands my fong,
OWEN fwift, and OWEN ftrong;

Faireft flower of Roderick's ftem,

* Gwyneth's shield, and Britain's gem, He nor heaps his brooded ftores,

Nor on all profufely pours;

Lord of every regal art,

Liberal hand, and open heart.

*North-Wales.

F +

Big with hofts of mighty name,
Squadrons three against him came ;
This the force of Eirin hiding,
Side by fide as proudly riding,
On her fhadow, long and gay,

Lochlin plows the wat'ry way;
There the Norman fails afar,
Catch the winds, and join the war :
Black and huge along they fweep,
Burthens of the angry deep.

Dauntless on his native fands

The Dragon-Son of Mona ftands;
In glitt'ring arms and glory dreft,
High he rears his ruby creft.
There the thund'ring strokes begin,
There the prefs, and there the din

T

Talymalfra's

* Denmark.

The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his defcendants bore on their banners.

Talymnalfra's rocky shore
Echoing to the battle's roar.
Where his glowing eye-balls turn,

Thoufand Banners round him burn.

Where he points his purple spear,
Hafty, hafty Rout is there,
Marking with indignant eye
Fear to stop, and shame to fly.
There Confufion, Terror's child,
Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild,
Agony, that pants for breath,
Defpair and honourable Death.