Owen fucceeded his Father Griffin in

the PRINCIPALITY of North-Wales, A. D. 1120. This battle was fought near forty Years afterwards.




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WEN's praise demands my song,

Owen swift, and Owin strong ;

Fairest flower of Roderic's stem,

* Gwyneth's Shield, and Britain's gem,

He nor heaps his brooded stores,

Nor on all profusely pours ;

Lord of every regal art,
Liberal hand, and open hçart.



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 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.

Dauntless on his native sands
+ The Dragon-Son of Mona ftands;
In glittring arms and glory drest,
High he rears his ruby crest.
There the thund'ring strokes begin,
There the press, and there the din;


* Denmark.

+ The red Dragon is the device of CadwaHader, which all his descendants bore on their banners.

Talymalfra’s rocky shore
Echoing to the battle's roar.
Where his glowing eye-balls turn;
Thousand Banners round him burn.
Where he points his purple spear,
Hafty, hasty Rout is there,
Marking with indignant eye
Fear to stop, and shame to fly.
There Confusion, Terror's child,
Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild,
Agonyz that pants for breath,
Despair and hörðurable Death.

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