THE.

TRIUMPHS OF OWE N.

A FRAGMEN T..

WEN's praife demands my fong,

OWEN fwift, and OWEN ftrong;

Faireft flower of Roderic's ftem,

Gwyneth's fhield, and Britain's gem.

He nor heaps his brooded stores,

Nor on all profufely pours;

Lord of every regal art,

Big with hosts of mighty name,
Squadrons three against him came;
This the force of Eirin hiding;
Side by fide as proudly riding,
On her shadow long and gay
Lochlin plows the wat❜ry way:
There the Norman fails afar
Catch the winds, and join the war:
Black and huge along, they sweep,
Burthens of the angry deep.

Dauntlefs on his native fands

The dragon-fon of Mona ftands:
In glittering arms and glory dreft,
High he rears his ruby creft.

There the thund'ring ftrokes begin,

There the press, and there the din ;

Talymalfra's rocky thore

Echoing to the battle's roar.

Where

A FRAGMENT.

Where his glowing eye-balls turn,
Thousand banners round him burn:

Where he points his purple fpear,
Hafty, hafty Rout is there;
Marking with indignant eye
Fear to stop, and shame to fly.
There Confufion, Terror's child;
Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild;
Agony, that pants for breath;
Despair, and honourable Death.

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CAMBRIDGE, JULY 1, 1769,

At the INSTALLATION of his Grace AUGUSTUS-HENRY FITZROY, Duke of GRAFTON, CHANCELLOR of the University.