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Tell me whence their sorrows rose:
Pr. Ha! no Traveller art thou,
0. No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou, ncr Prophetess of good; But mother of the giant-brood !
Pr. 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, and sun, shall disappear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred-deities shall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, see Introduction à l'Histoire de Dannemarc, par Mons. Mallet,” 1755, Quarto; or rather a translation of it, published in 1770, and entitled, “ Northern Antiquities,” in which some mistakes in the Original are judiciously corrected.
TRIUMPHS OF OWEN*.
From the Welch.
OWEN's praise demands my song,
* From Mr. Evans's specimens of the Welch Poetry; London, 1764, Quarto. Owen succeeded his Father Griffin in the principality of North Wales, A. D. 1120. This battle was fought near forty years afterwards. † North Wales. VOL. I.
Big with hosts of mighty name,
Dauntless on his native sands
+ The Dragon-Son of Mona stands;
+ The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendants bore on their banners.
| This and the three following lines are not in the former Editions, but are now added from the author's MS.
While, heap'd his master's feet around,
DEATH OF HOEL.
From the Welch*.
Had I but the torrent's might,
Too, too secure in youthful pride
* Of Aneurim, styled the Monarch of the Bards. He flourished about the time of Taliessin, A. D. 570. This Ode is extracted from the Gododin, (See Mr. Evans's Specimens, p. 71 and 73) and now first published.