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 stands; * The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his defcendents bore on their banners. 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 shore Echoing to the battle's roar. Where his glowing eye-balls turn, Thousand Banners round him burn. Where he points his purple spear, Hafty, hafty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to ftop, and fhame to fly. There There Confufion, Terror's child, Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild, Agony, that pants for breath, Defpair and honourable Death. ** ELEGY |