1^6 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



But fee! He comes, all drench'd in blood, 



Gnufn, the Great, and Gwen, the Good; 



Bravefl, nobleft, worthieft fon, 



Rich with many a conqueft won; 



Civ//?, in thine anger great, 



Strong thine arm, thy frown like fate; 



Where the mighty rivers end, 



And their courfe to ocean bend. 



There, with the eagle's rapid flight, 



How wouldltthou brave the thickeit fight! 



Oh, fatal day ! Oh, ruthlefs deed ! 



When the fitters cut thy thread. 



Ceafe, ye waves, your troubled roar; 



Nor flow, ye mighty rivers more; 



For GWw, the Great, and G'wfn, the Good, 



Breathlefs lies, and drench'd in blood ! 



Four and twice ten fons were mine, 

 Us'd in battle's front to fhine ; 



But low in duft my fons are laid. 



Nor one remains his fire to aid. 

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Hold, oh hold, my brain, thy feat ; 



How doth my bofom's monarch beat ! 

 Ceafe thy throbs, perturbed heart ; 

 Whither would thy Aretch'd firings flart! 

 From frenzy dire, and wild affright, 

 Keep my fenfes thro' this night.* 



X Bala, the Outlet of the Lake, is a popu- 

 lous market town, confi fling chiefly of one 



* Jones's Wellh Bards, p, 22, 23. From the length of the 

 translation inferred in the above work, I have been ynder the 

 peceffity of omitting a great part of it. 



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