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No boding maid of skill divine
Art thou, nor prophetess of good;
But mother of the giant brood!


Hie thee hence, and boast at home,
That never shall inquirer come
To break my iron-sleep again;
Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain;
Never, till substantial night
Has reassumed her ancient right;
Till wrapp'd in flames, in ruin hurld,
Sinks the fabric of the world.

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Ver. 86. But mother of the giant brood] In the Latin,“ mater trium gigantum :" probably Angerbode, who from her name seems to be “no prophetess of good;" and who bore to Loke, as the Edda says, three children, the wolf Fenris, the great serpent of Midgard, and Hela, all of them called giants in that system of mythology. MASON.

Ver. 90. Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain] Lok is the evil being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches : when he shall break his bonds, the human race, the stars, and sun shall disappear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred deities shall perish. Mason.

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From Mr. Evans's Specimens of the Welsh Poetry: London,

1764, quarto, p. 25, and p. 127. Owen succeeded his father Griffith app Cynan in the principality of North Wales, A. D. 1137. This battle was fought in the year 1157.

Jones's Relics, vol. ii. p. 36.

Owen's praise demands my song,
Owen swift and Owen strong;
Fairest flower of Roderic's stem,
Gwyneth's shield, and Britain's gem.
He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Nor on all profusely pours;
Lord of every regal art,
Liberal hand, and open heart.

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Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; * The original Welsh of the above poem was the composition of Gwalchmai the son of Melir, immediately after Prince Owen Gwynedd had defeated the combined fleets of Iceland, Denmark, and Norway, which had invaded his territory on the coast of Anglesea.

Ver. 4. Gwyneth] North Wales.


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This the force of Eirin hiding,
Side by side as proudly riding,
On her shadow long and gay
Lochlin ploughs the watery way;
There the Norman sails afar
Catch the winds and join the war:
Black and huge along they sweep,
Burdens of the angry deep.

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Dauntless on his native sands
The dragon son of Mona stands;
In glittering arms and glory dress’d,
High he rears his ruby crest.
There the thundering strokes begin,
There the press, and there the din;
Talymalfra's rocky shore
Echoing to the battle's roar.
Check'd by the torrent tide of blood,
Backward Meinai rolls his flood;
While, heap'd his master's feet around,
Prostrate warriors gnaw the ground.

Ver. 14. Lochlin] Denmark.

Ver. 20. The dragon son of Mona stands] The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendants bore on their banners. Mason. Ver. 23. There the thundering strokes begin]

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Selected from the Gododin of Aneurin *, styled the Monarch

of the Bards. He flourished about the time of Taliessin, A. D. 570. See Mr. Evans's Specimens, p. 71 and 73.


Had I but the torrent's might,
With headlong rage and wild affright
Upon Deïra's squadrons hurl'd
To rush, and sweep them from the world!

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Too, too secure in youthful pride,
By them, my friend, my Hoel, died,
Great Cian's son: of Madoc old

He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gold;
* Aneurin with the flowing Muse, King of Bards, brother
to Gildas Albanius the historian, lived under Mynyddawg of
Edinburgh, a prince of the North, whose Eurdorchogion, or
warriors wearing the golden torques, three hundred and sixty-
three in number, were all slain, except Aneurin and two
others, in a battle with the Saxons at Cattraeth, on the eastern
coast of Yorkshire. His Gododin, an heroic poem written
on that event, is perhaps the oldest and noblest production
of that age.” Jones's Relics, vol. i. p 17.

Ver. 3. Upon Deira's squadrons hurl'd] The kingdom of Deïra included the counties of Yorkshire, Durham, Lancashire, Westmoreland, and Cumberland.


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