A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 2CJ9 



O'i wiw wy i weu a, a'i weuau 

 O'i wyau y weua j 

 E' weua ei we aia', 

 A'i, weuau yw ieuau ii. 



" I perifh by my art; dig mine own grave; 

 " I fpin my thread of life; my death 1 weave." 



The other, a diilich on Thunder, the 

 grandeur of which is fcarcely to be fur-* 

 panned in any language. 



Tan a dwr yn ymwriaw, 

 Yw'r taranau dreigiau draw. 



*' The roaring thunder, dreadful in it's ire, 

 " It's water warring with aerial fire." 



The metre of the Welfh poetry is very 

 artificial and alliterative, pofleffing fuch 

 peculiar ingenuity in the feleclion and 

 arrangement of words, as to produce a 

 rhythmical concatenation of founds in 

 every verfe. The old Britifh language 

 abounded with confonants, and was 

 formed of monofyllables, which are 

 incompatible with quantity; and the 



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