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ADVERTISEMENT. The following ODE is founded on a
Tradition current in Wales, that Edward THE FIRST, when he compleated the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards, that fell into his hands, to be put to death.
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. 1. 1. . . UIN feize thee, ruthless King !
Confusion on thy banners wait, 66 Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing : 66 * They mock the air with idle state.
Mocking the air with colours idly spread.
Shakespeare's King Fohni
36 Helm, nor * Hauberk's twisted mail, 6 Nor even thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail “ To save thy secret foul from nightly fears, “ From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!" Such were the sounds, that o'er the + crested pride
Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of I Snowdon's shaggy side
He wound with toilsome march his long array.
* The Hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that fate close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion. + The crested adder's pride.
Dryden's Indian Queen. Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract, which the Welch themfelves call Craigian-eryri : it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway built by King Edward I. says, “ Ad ortum amnis Conway ad clivum montis 6 Erery ;” and Matthew of Westminster, (ad ann. 1283,) Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis “ Snowdoniæ fecit erigi castrum forte.”
Stout * Glo'ster stood aghaft in speechless trance : To arms! cried + Mortimer, and couch'd his
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Rob’d in the fable garb of woe,
* Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to K. Edward.
+ Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore.
They both were Lords-Marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition.
I The image was taken from a well-known pics ture of Raphaël, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Ezekiel : there are two of these paintings (both believed original) one at Florence, the other at Paris. Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
Milton's Paradise Lost.
And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. “ Hark, how each giant-oak, and defert cave, 66 Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! “ O'er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they
wave, " Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; 6. Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, 66 To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's
I. 3. 66 Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
“ That hush'd the stormy main : 66 Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:
" Mountains, ye mourn in vain 6 Modred, whose magic song “ Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd hcad.