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THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN :
From Mr. Evan's Specimen of the Welfb Poetry,
OWEN fucceeded his father Griffin in the Principality of North Wales, A. D. 1120: this battle was near forty years afterwards.
ΟΙ WEN's praife demands my fong,
Owen fwift and Owen strong,
Faireft flow'r of Rod'rick's ftem,
Big with hofts of mighty name,
* North Wales.
Dauntless on his native fands
Echoing to the battle's roar.
Check'd by the torrent-tide of blood,
While, heap'd his master's feet around,
Where his glowing eye-balls turn,
Agony, that pants for breath,
Defpair and honourable Death.
The red Dragon is the device of Cadwalladar,
which all his defcendants bore on their banners.
THE DEATH OF HOEL.
From the Welf of Aneurim, ftyled The Monarch of the Bards.
He flourifbed about the Time of Talieffin, A. D. 570. This Ode is extracted from the GODODIN. [See Mr. Evan's Specimens, p. 71, 73.)
HADI but the torrent's might,
With headlong rage, and wild affright,
Upon Deïra's fquadrons hurl'd,
To rush and fweep them from the world!
To Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row
Flufh'd with mirth and hope they burn,
Performed in the Senate-boufe, Cambridge, July 1fi, 1769, at the Inftallation of his Grace Aguftus-Henry-Fitzroy Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University.
HENCE, avaunt! ('tis holy ground,)
"And Ignorance with looks profound,
"Servitude that hugs her chain,
"Nor in these confecrated bow'rs,
"Let painted Flatt'ry hide her ferpent-train in
"Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain,
"Dare the Mufe's walk to stain,
"While bright-ey'd Science watches round:
“Hence, away! 'tis holy ground."
From yonder realms of empyrian day
Burfts on my ear th' indignant lay;
There fit the fainted fage, the bard divine,
The few whom Genius gave to shine
Thro' ev'ry unborn age and undiscover'd clime.
Rapt in celestial transport they,
Yet hither oft' a glance from high
They fend of tender fympathy
To bless the place where on their opʼning foul
'Twas Milton ftruck the deep-ton'd fhell,
And, as the choral warblings round him fwell,
Meek Newton's felf bends from his ftate fublime, 25 And nods his hoary head, and liftens to the rhyme.
"Ye brown o'er-arching groves! "That Contemplation loves,
"Where willowy Camus lingers with delight, "Oft' at the blufh of dawn
"I trod your level lawn,
"Oft' woo'd the gleam of Cynthia filver-bright "In cloifters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, "With Freedom by my fide and foft-ey'd Melan
But hark! the portals found, and pacing forth,
High potentates, and dames of royal birth,
Great Edward, with the Lilies on his brow*
From haughty Gallia torn,
And fad Chatillon, † on her bridal morn,
That wept her bleeding love, and princely Clare, ‡
* Edward III. who added the Fleur de lys of France to the arms of England. He founded Trinity-college.
+Mary de Valentia, Countess of Pembroke, daughter of Guy de Chatillon, Comte de St. Paul in France, of whom tradition fays, that her husband, Audemarde de Valentia, Earl of Pembroke, was flain at a tournament on the day of his nuptials. She was the foundrefs of Pembroke-college or Hall, under the name of Aula Mariæ de Valentia.
Elizabeth de Burg, Countefs of Clare, was wife of John de Burg, fon and heir of the Earl of Ulfter,