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He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay Lochlin (h) plows the wat’ry way;
(h) Lochlin. Denmark. and Normans making a grand appearance on the floods, the third from the transmarine Normans, which was attended with an
immense, though successless toil. 3. The Dragon of Mona's sons was so brave in action, that there was a
great tumult on their furious attack; and before the Prince himself there was a vast confusion, havoc, conflict, honourable death, bloody battle, horrible consternation, and upon Tal Malvre a thousand banners; there was an outrageous carnage, and the rage of spears and hasty signs of violent indignation. Blood raised the tide of the Menai, and the crimson of human gore stained the brine. There were glittering cuirasses, and the agony of gashing wounds, and the mangled warriors prostrate before the chief, distinguished by his crimson lance. Lloegria was put into confusion; the contest and confusion was great; and the glory of our Prince's wide-wasting sword shall be celebrated in an hundred languages to give him his merited praise.
There the Norman sails afar
Dauntless on his native sands
(i) The Dragon-son of Mona stands. The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendants bore on their banners.
(34] This and the three following lines were not in the original Editions, but were added by Mr, Mason from the Author's MS.
Where his glowing eye-balls turn,
* * * * * * *
THE DEATH OF HOEL.
FROM THE WELCH.
[This Ode is extracted from the Gododin.
See Mr. Evans's Specimens, p. 71 and 73.]
HAD I but the torrent's might,
Too, too secure in youthful pride,
To Cattraeth’s vale in glitt'ring row
Every Warrior's manly neck
(Bursting thro' the bloody throng) · And I, the meanest of them all,
That live to weep and sing their fall.