4 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1790, 
Breathlefs he funk, and headlong on the plain 
The monarch hurl’d:, Emania’s lord again . 
Lifts the dread mace.—What now, O king! avail 
Thy numerous warriors, and thy temper’d mail? 
No temper’d mail refifts Fiacha’s might 
» Thy warriors diftant tremble at the fight. 
But generous Sweno marks thee lowly laid, ee 
And haftes with pious valour to thy aid. “e 
Beneath the lifted arm he {wift addreft 
The levell’d fpear: thro’ great Fiacha’s cheft 
Its furious way the vengeful weapon tore, 
And iffu’d far beyond, embath’d in gore. 
Thundering he falls, the ponderous mace foregoes, 
And o’er his eyes the fhades of darknefs clofe. 
Terné’s bands in terror quit the field: 
Mayonan, Adamar, reluctan yield. 
Oft lion-like they turn, anc he ftrife, 
Gore the proud hunters that purfue thir life, 
Lo! darting thro’ the plain, in arms whofe blaze 
Rivall’d the fummer fun’s meridian rays, 
A ftately knight, on his hot courfer borne, 
That champ’d the golden bit he feem’d to fcorn, 
Appear’d, and loudly thus: “ To pale affright _ 
‘Shall Arthur’s friends fubmit in Arthur’s fight? + 
The daftard meets the fate he fhuns; the brave 
By generous contelt triumph o’er the grave.””, 
Enraptur’d they behold, enraptur’d hear 
The hero’s voice, and fcorn their former fear. 
Again they turn, they form the deep’ning line, 
And clofe-wedg’d fhields a glittering rampart shine. 
Chill, watry vapours thus that float on high, ' ¢ 
Their grey robes waving thro’ the wintry fky, 
From ice-clad realms when burfts the polar blaft, 
Condenfe, then gathering fhade on fhade, o’ercaft 
"The front of heaven ; and on the ravag’d vale 
Pour the fharp fleet, and loud-refounding hail, 
Meanwhile the prince darts furicus on his foes ; 
A grove of {pears the dauntlefs prince enclofe :' 
He braves, he meets the fhock ; and whirls around 
His dreadful {word that gives no fecond wound : 
- Burits unrefifted thro’ the black array ; 
His courfe is mark’d with death, and terror points his way ! 
An eagle thus, when o’er Plinlimmon’s head 
Defcending clouds a robe ofdarknefs fpread, 
Wings thro’ th’ encircling gloom his rapid flight, 
‘Then foars exulting mid the fields of light, 
Can words his actions paint, when valor’s fame 
Glew’d in his eyes, and lighten’d in his frame ? 
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