LXVI. I have drunk wine from the goblet; He would rush forward against the lance-bearer; LXVII. I have repented of the time that I entreated It would have been generous to have life prolonged LXVIII. I know the voice of distress - When he descended into the congress-house, Chief of men, a goblet of wine he deserved. I. H. POEMS RELATING TO GWALLAWG AP LLEENA WG. XXXIV. BLACK BOOK OF CAERMARTHEN XXXII. Text, vol. ii. p. 53. Notes, vol. ii. p. 351. ON a fine night Pen Gethin heard the shout of a host, When he took a long leap; Unless the ground be guarded he will not cease. II. Since Coegawg is so rich as this in gold, Close to the court of Gwallawg, I also shall be wealthy. III. Accursed be the tree Which pulled out his eye in his presence, Iv. Accursed be the black tree That pulled out his eye from its place, v. Accursed be the white tree That pulled out his eye from his head, VI. Accursed be the green tree That pulled out his eye when a youth, No one that was eminent went With his steel into the meadow. No one that was honourable went In the way that Meurig did, With a bandage to the woman in three folds. XXXV. BOOK OF TALIESSIN XI. Text, vol. ii. p. 149. Notes, vol. ii. p. 401. N the name of the Ruler of heaven, the mighty one The supporter of his friends shall keep possession of his towns, Splendid his princely spear. Warlike kings spear-scouting. He will defend the pleasant plain of Lleenawg; The ruthless pushing shafts are broken. Long they will experience The gratitude of Prydain. From the bush of Maw and Eiddyn, 10 They would not take opposition. Friendly the aid of Clydwyn. May I be satisfied! He supplied his fleet They cannot reckon the battles fought By Gwallawg. Better is wild food than a she-bear. Praise his active judgment caused. A battle in the region of Bretrwyn with heat, 20 A great fire. Limited is his vehemence. A battle, there was a rule of general benefit. A battle, a battle of trembling in Aeron. A battle in Arddunion and Aeron. Bring reproach to the youths. A battle in the wood of Beit at the close of the day. A battle in the presence of Mabon. He will not mention the contradiction of the saved. A battle in Gwensteri, and thou subduest Lloegyr. 30 A darting of spears there is made. A battle in the marsh of Terra with the dawn, Of kings who were extinguished in the war. At the end of the wood of Cleddyfein, In Prydain, in Eiddyn, acknowledged. He sees not a hero, who saw not Gwallawg. XXXVI. BOOK OF TALIESSIN XXXVIII. Text, vol. ii. p. 193. Notes, vol. ii. p. 415. EN the name of the Ruler of the high powers of heaven, They sing of, they deplore the prince; He rejected uniform ranks of the rulers, Of the hosts of Run and Nudd and Nwython. I will not praise contrary to the custom of the Bards of the Brython. Wonderfully liberal of the knowledge of astrologers. One station of the complete songster; excellent of song, I ardently desire; I will sing to the Guledig. In the country where he was trembling, 10 He will not cause me to be unable to form the lay. It is difficult to utter odes; That will not be deficient to the Guledig that does not refuse. Of looking at a heavy ode of sovereignty In his life will not come the advantage of the grave. They will not be satisfied with the gratification of their lives. Harder the torment of a liberal course, A multitude present beyond Prydain. Thy excessive care of the too sprightly is corrupted. Let it be corrupted. He shall be cut to pieces, he shall be judged. 20 He will judge all, the supreme man. With his will as a judge; and let him be benefited, Not the man that claims the mortuary. A youth violent that regrets the milky food, Like the herald of Gwallawg guiding on. Of a forbearing aspect is the countenance of Gwallawg. Is he not my chief? Is there not sold to you Thick mead in the end of summer? There will not increase save six. 30 Sweeter to thee is conversation from elders. Talkative is the privileged orator Of kings in the luxuriant circle of the good mead. sound the greatest song. I will sing the wise song, the song of the host of harmony, They will be, thou wilt be a Druid in summer time, the aspect of the son Of Lleenawg, with a flowing manly robe. Light, a robe of heat; vapour of heat, heat of vapour. Whilst it rose it was contained without disgrace. |