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Odin. Once again my call obey:
Proph. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom;
Odin. Prophetess! my spell obey;
PROPH. In the caverns of the west,
leave me to repose.
PROPH. Ha! no traveller art thou;
Odin. No boding maid of skill divine
Proph. Hie thee hence, and boast at home,
| Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the stars, the sun, Mall disappear, the earth fink in the seas, and fire consume the skies; even Odin himself, and his kindred deities, shall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, fee Introduktion a l'Histoire de Danemarc, par Mons. Mallat, 1755, 4to; or rather a tranflation of it published in 1770, and entitled Northern Antiquities, in which some mistakes in the original are judiciously corrected.
From Mr. Evan's Specimen of the Welsh Poetry,
London, 1764, Quarto.
ADVERTISEMENT. OWEN fucceeded his father Griffin in the Princi
pality of North Wales, A, D. 1120: this battle
was near forty years afterwards. OWEN’s praise demands my song,
Owen swift and Owen strong, Fairest flow'r of Rod'rick's ftem, Gwyneth's * field and Britain's gem. He nor heaps his brooded fores,
$ Nor on all profusely pours, Lord of ev'ry regal art, Lib'ral hand and open heart.
Big with hofts of mighty name, Squadrons three againft him came ;
TO This the force of Eirin hiding ; Side by fide as proudly riding On her fhadow long and gay Lochlin + plows the watry way ; There the Norman sails afar,
15 Catch the winds and join the war; Black and huge along they sweep, Burthens of the angry deep.
* North Wales.
Dauntless on his native sands
for breath, Despair and honourable Death.
The red Dragon is the device of Cadwalladar, which all his descendants bore on their banners.
ODE X. THE DEATH OF HOEL. From the Welfs of Aneurim, Ayled The Monarch
of the Bards. He flourished 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,
To Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row,