THE

TRIUMPHS OF OWEN.

A FRAGMENT.

OWEN's praife demands my fong:

Owen fwift, and Owen strong;

Faireft flower of Roderick's ftem.

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Gwyneth's fhield, and Britain's gem.
He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Nor on all profusely pours;
Lord of every regal art,
Liberal hand, and open heart,

* North-Wales,

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Big with hosts 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 watʼry way;
There the Norman fails afar

Catch the winds and join the war :
Black and huge along they sweep,
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 crest
There the thund'ring ftrokes begin,
There the prefs, and there the din ;
Talymalfra's rocky fhore
Echoing to the battle's roar.

+ Denmark.

+ The Red Dragm is the device of Cadwallader, which all his defcendants wore on their barners.

Where

Thouf Where

Halty,

Markin

Fear to

There

Conflic

Agony Defpail

Where his glowing eye-balls turn,
Thousand Banners round him burn.
Where he points his purple fpear,
Hafty, hafty Rout is there,
Marking with indignant eye
Fear to ftop and shame to fly.
There Confufion, Terror's child,
Conflict fierce, and ruin wild,
Agony, that pants for breath,
Defpair, and honourable Death..

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ELEGY

WRITTEN IN A

COUNTRY CHURCH YARD.