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The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...



An Ode On The Death Of Hoel






Category: The Patriotic.

of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and distinguished
himself at the battle of Cattraeth, fought between the Welsh and Saxons,
in or about the year 560, but was disastrous to the former and especially
to the bard, who was there taken prisoner, and kept for several years in
confinement. He composed his principal poem, the Gododin, upon the
battle of Cattraeth. This is the oldest Welsh poem extant, and is full
of boldness, force, and martial fire. It has been translated into
English by the Rev. John Williams, (ab Ithel,) and published by the
Messrs. Rees, of Llandovery. The bard died, according to tradition, from
the blow of an assassin before the close of the sixth century.]

Had I but the torrent's might,
With headlong rage, and wild affright,
Upon Deira's squadrons hurl'd,
To rush and sweep them from the world!
Too, too secure in youthful pride,
By them my friend, my Hoel, dy'd,
Great Cian's son; of Madoc old,
He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gold;
Alone in Nature's wealth array'd
He asked and had the lovely maid.

To Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row,
Twice two hundred warriors go;
Ev'ry warrior's manly neck
Chains of regal honour deck,
Wreath'd in many a golden link:
From the golden cup they drink
Nectar that the bees produce,
Or the grape's ecstatic juice.
Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn,
But none from Cattraeth's vale return,
Save Aeron brave and Conan strong,
(Bursting through the bloody throng,)
And I, the meanest of them all,
That live to weep and sing their fall.





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