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ODE IX.

THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN:

A FRAGMENT.

From Mr. Evan's Specimen of the Welf Poetry,
London, 1764, Quarto.

ADVERTISEMENT.

OWEN fucceeded his father Griffin in the Principality of North Wales, A. D. 1120: this battle was near forty years afterwards.

OWEN's praife demands my fong,

Owen swift and Owen strong,
Faireft flow'r of Rod'rick's ftem,
Gwyneth's fhield and Britain's gem.
He nor heaps his brooded stores,
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 against him came;
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 fails afar,
Catch the winds and join the war;
Black and huge along they sweep,
Burthens of the angry deep.

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Dauntless on his native fands
The Dragon font of Mona ftands;
In glitt'ring arms and glory dreft,
High he rears his ruby creft:
There the thund'ring ftrokes begin,
There the prefs and there the din,
Talymalfra's rocky shore
Echoing to the battle's roar.

Check'd by the torrent-tide of blood,
Backward Meinai rolls his flood,
While, heap'd his master's feet around,
Proftrate warriors gnaw the ground.
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,

Despair and honourable Death.

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

ODE X.

THE DEATH OF HOEL.

om the Welf of Aneurim, Ayled The Monarch of the Bards.

flourified about the Time of Talieffin, A. D. 570.
This Ode is extracted from the GODODIN.
[See Mr. Evan's Specimens, p. 71, 73.]
ADI but the torrent's might,

With headlong rage, and wild affright,
Deïra's fquadrons hurl'd,

ufh and fweep them from the world!
too fecure in youthful pride,
nem my friend, my Hoel, dy'd,
t Cian's fon; of Madoc old,
k'd no heaps of hoarded gold;
e in Nature's wealth array'd,
k'd and had the lovely maid.
- Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row,
e two hundred warriors go;
warrior's manly neck

ns of regal honour deck,
th'd in many a golden link ;
the golden cup they drink
ar that the bees produce,
ne grape's ecftatic juice.

d with mirth and hope they burn,
one from Cattraeth's vale return,
Aëron brave and Conan ftrong,
Eing through the bloody throng,)
I, the meaneft of them all,
live to weep and fing their fall.
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ODE XI.

(FOR MUSIC.)

Performed in the Senate-boufe, Cambridge, July 1, 1769, at the Inftallation of his Grace Aguftus-Henry-Fitzroy Duke of Grafton, Chancellor of the University.

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I.

HENCE, avaunt! ('tis holy ground,)
Comus and his midnight crew,

"And Ignorance with looks profound,
"And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
"Mad Sedition's cry profane,

"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."

II.

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 fhine

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Thro' ev'ry unborn age and undifcover'd clime.

Rapt in celeftial transport they,

Yet hither oft' a glance from high

They fend of tender fympathy

To bless the place where on their opʼning foul
Firft the genuine ardour ftole.

'Twas Milton ftruck the deep-ton'd shell,

And, as the choral warblings round him fwell,

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ek Newton's felf bends from his ftate fublime, 25 d nods his hoary head, and liftens to the rhyme. III.

le brown o'er-arching groves!

That Contemplation loves,

Where willowy Camus lingers with delight,
Oft' at the blush of dawn

trod your level lawn,

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Oft' woo'd the gleam of Cynthia filver-bright 1 cloifters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, Vith Freedom by my fide and foft-ey'd Melancholy."

IV.

hark! the portals found, and pacing forth, h folemn fteps and flow,

h potentates, and dames of royal birth, mitred fathers, in long order go:

at Edward, with the Lilies on his brow n haughty Gallia torn,

fad Chatillon, † on her bridal morn,

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t wept her bleeding love, and princely Clare, Edward III. who added the Fleur de lys of France e arms of England. He founded Trinity-col

Mary de Valentia, Countefs of Pembroke, daughf Guy de Chatillon, Comte de St. Paul in France, hom tradition fays, that her husband, AudeHe de Valentia, Earl of Pembroke, was flain at arnament on the day of his nuptials. She was foundrefs of Pembroke-college or Hall, under ame of Aula Mariæ de Valentia.

Elizabeth de Burg, Countess of Clare, was wife -hn de Burg, fon and heir of the Earl of Ulfter,

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