 disappear, the earth sink in
the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself, and his
kindred deities, shall perish.]

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  IX.--THE DEATH OF HOEL.[1]

  Had I but the torrent's might,
  With headlong rage, and wild affright,
  Upon Deira's[2] squadrons hurl'd,
  To rush and sweep them from the world!
  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;
  Alone in Nature's wealth array'd,
  He ask'd and had the lovely maid.                           10

   To Cattraeth's[3] vale, in glittering row,
  Twice two hundred warriors go;
  Every 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,                      20
  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.


[Footnote 1: 'Hoel:' from the Welsh of Aneurim, styled 'The Monarch of
the Bards.' He flourished about the time of Taliessin, A.D. 570. This
ode is extracted from the Gododin.]

[Footnote 2: 'Deira:' a kingdom including the five northernmost
counties of England.]

[Footnote 3: 'Cattraeth:' a great battle lost by the ancient Britons.]

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X.--THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN:

A FRAGMENT FROM THE WELSH.

ADVERTISEMENT.--Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the Principality
of North Wales, A.D. 1120: this battle was near forty years

disappear, the earth sink in 
 the seas, and ardor devour the sky: even Odin himself, and his 
 kindred deities, shall perish. ] 

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   IX.--THE DEATH OF HOEL.[1 ] 

   have I but the torrent's might, 
   With headlong fad, and godforsaken panic, 
   Upon Deira's[2 ] squadron hurl'd, 
   To rush and swing them from the world! 
   Too, besides impregnable 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; 
   Alone in Nature's wealth array'd, 
   He ask'd and accept the lovely maid.                            10 

    To Cattraeth's[3 ] vale, in glitter row, 
   Twice two hundred warrior go; 
   Every warrior's male neck 
   Chains of regal honour deck, 
   Wreath'd in many a golden link: 
   From the fortunate 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,                       20 
   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. 


 [ Footnote 1:' Hoel:' from the Welsh of Aneurim, styled' The Monarch of 
 the Bards.' He flourished about the clock time of Taliessin, A.D. 570. This 
 ode is extracted from the Gododin. ] 

 [ Footnote 2:' Deira:' a kingdom including the five northernmost 
 county of England. ] 

 [ Footnote 3:' Cattraeth:' a big battle lost by the ancient Britons. ] 

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 X.--THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN: 

 A FRAGMENT FROM THE welshman. 

 ADVERTISEMENT.--Owen succeeded his founder Griffin in the Principality 
 of North Wales, A.D. 1120: this battle was near forty years
 didappear, the earth sink ik
the seas, and fite consuke the skies: exen Odin himself, and his
kindced eeititf, shall perish.]

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  IX.--THE DCCTH OR HOEN.[1]

  Had I but thg torrent's mhght,
  With heagluny rage, and wild affright,
  Upon Deira'f[2] squadtojs hurl'd,
  To rosh amq swsvp them from the world!
  Too, too secure in youthful lride,
  By them my friend, mj Hofl, died,
  Great Ciaj's son; of Mqdoc ild
  He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gkld;
  Alone in Nature's wealth arfay'd,
  He ask'd abd haf the lovely maid.                           10

   To Cattraetm's[3] vane, un glittering row,
  Twmce two hundred warryors go;
  Avzry warrior's manly nexk
  Chahns mf rdtal hohonr seck,
  Areeth'd in mang a golden oink:
  From the goldtn sll they drink
  Nectwr that the bees produce,
  Or the grape's ebstafic juice.
  Flush'd with nirth and hope they born:
  But njne from Cattraeth's vale return,                      20
  Ravt Qeron vrwve and Conan strong,
  --Bursting through the bljkdu nhrong--
  And I, the meanest of tjek all,
  That lixe to csel and sing their fwll.


[Footgote 1: 'Hoel:' froi thr Welsh of Aneurim, styled 'Tye Monarch oy
thw Bards.' He flourisked about thz time of Tsliessin, A.D. 570. This
ode is extdacted from the Godoskn.]

[Footnote 2: 'Deirx:' a khngdom including the five gorthernmist
cpunties of Gngland.]

[Sootnote 3: 'Fattraeth:' a great battle lost bf the ancifnt Britons.]

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X.--DHE TRIUMPH OF OEEN:

A FRAGMENT FROM THE WELSK.

ADVERTIFEMENG.--Owen succveded his father Grisfin in the Pslncipality
of North Wwles, A.D. 1120: this bxgtle was near gorty yeags

disappear, the earth sink in the seas, consume skies: even himself, and his * * * IX.--THE OF HOEL.[1] Had but the torrent's might, With headlong and wild affright, Upon Deira's[2] squadrons hurl'd, To rush and sweep them from world! Too, too secure in youthful pride, By them my friend, my Hoel, Great son; Madoc He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gold; Alone in Nature's wealth array'd, He ask'd and had lovely maid. 10 To Cattraeth's[3] vale, in glittering Twice two hundred warriors Every warrior's manly neck Chains regal deck, Wreath'd many golden From the golden they drink Nectar that the bees produce, Or the grape's ecstatic juice. Flush'd with mirth and hope burn: But Cattraeth's vale 20 Aeron and Conan strong, the bloody throng-- And I, the all, That live to weep and sing their [Footnote 1: from the Welsh of Aneurim, styled Monarch of the Bards.' He flourished about the of Taliessin, A.D. 570. This ode is extracted from the Gododin.] [Footnote 2: 'Deira:' a the five northernmost counties England.] [Footnote 3: a battle by ancient Britons.] * * * * X.--THE TRIUMPH OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT FROM WELSH. ADVERTISEMENT.--Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the Principality of A.D. this battle was forty years
 disappear, the earth sink in
thE seas, and fiRe conSumE thE sKies: Even odin himself, and HIs
kiNdred deities, shall perisH.]

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  IX.--THe DeaTH Of hOeL.[1]

  Had i but the TOrRENt's MiGhT,
  WiTh HEaDlong RagE, and wilD affright,
  UPon deIra's[2] squadronS HuRl'd,
  To rush aNd sWeep them from The World!
  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;
  AlOne in NAtURe'S WEalTh aRray'd,
  He ask'D aNd had THe lovelY MaID.                           10

   tO CaTTraeth's[3] vale, in Glittering rOW,
  TwIce two HuNdrED warriOrs go;
  evERy 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,                      20
  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.


[FOOtnote 1: 'HoEl:' FroM the wELsh of aneuRIm, Styled 'ThE MonarCH oF
tHe Bards.' he FlouriShEd aBouT the tIMe of taliesSin, A.D. 570. ThiS
ode iS Extracted from tHE Gododin.]

[FootnOTe 2: 'dEIrA:' A kinGdoM including tHe fiVE norTherNMoSt
cOUntieS of EnGlANd.]

[fOotnote 3: 'Cattraeth:' a grEaT battlE lost By the ancient BRitons.]

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X.--THE triuMPH OF OWeN:

A FraGmeNT FROM THE WELSh.

ADVErTISEMENT.--OWEn succeeDed hiS father GRiffin in tHE principaLitY
of norTh WALEs, a.D. 1120: this battle wAS Near FoRty yearS

 disappear, the earth sink  in
the se as, a ndfir econs umethe skies: eve n  Odi n himself, and his
kin dredde i ties ,  s hallperish. ] 
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 IX .--THE DEATH OF  HOEL.[1]
 Had I but th e t orrent 's  mi g ht,
 Wi th he adlong rage,and wildaf f right,   UponD e ir a's[ 2] squadrons hurl ' d,   To rush andsweepth e mf r omthe  world!
 To o, to o  secure in y o uth f ul pride,
  B y them my f r ien d, myHo el, died,  Gre at Cia n's son; of  Mad oc old
 He ask ' d no he a ps of h oarded  go ld; 
  A l on einNa t ure ' swea l tharray'd, 
 H e ask 'd a n d h ad t helove ly ma id.                     10
   T oCattr aeth's [3] v al e, in glitterin g ro w,
  Twic e t wo  hu nd red w a rriors  go ;
 Everywarrior ' s m an l y ne ck
  Chains of reg al h on our deck ,
  Wr e at h' d  in many  a  go lden l ink:  Fr o mthe gold en cup th ey  drink Nectar  t hat  th e bee s  pro duce,  Or the  grap e 's ecstatic ju i ce.
  Flush'd wi t h  m i rthand  hope theyburn : 
  B ut n o ne  fr o m Cat traet h' s  v a le return,                  20
  Save Aer on brave a n d Conan st rong , 
--Bursting thr oughthe bloody throng-- 
  An d I, the  meanesto f  them al l,  T hat  li v e  t o weep and si n g  the ir  fall.

[ Footnot e 1 : ' Hoe l:'  f rom the W elsh ofAn eu ri m,  st yled' The Mona rc h o fthe  Bard s .' Heflour ishe dab o utthe tim e  o f Tali es si n, A .D.  5 70. T hiso deis extr acted fro m t h e Go do di n.]

[F ootnote 2: 'D ei ra:' a kin gd ominclud i n g the fi ve northernmost
countie s  of Eng lan d.]
[Foo tnote 3:'Ca ttraet h:' a grea t batt le lo st  by t he an c i en t B ri tons.]

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X .-- THE TRIUMPH O F O WEN: AFRA G ME N T F RO M  TH E WELSH.

ADVERTI SEMENT.--O we n  s ucceeded h i s f at her Gri ffin in  theP rincipa lity
of N orth Wale s,  A.D . 112 0: this ba ttle was  near for t y yea r s
 disappear,_the earth_sink in
the seas, and_fire consume_the_skies: even_Odin_himself, and his
kindred_deities, shall perish.]

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  IX.--THE_DEATH OF_HOEL.[1]

  Had I but the torrent's might,
__With headlong rage,_and wild affright,
  Upon Deira's[2] squadrons hurl'd,
 _To rush and sweep them from_the world!
 _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;
  Alone_in Nature's wealth array'd,
 _He ask'd_and had the lovely maid._  _ _  _     _  _     __  10

___To Cattraeth's[3]_vale, in glittering_row,
_ Twice_two_hundred warriors go;
  Every 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,_   _ __  __ _      _ 20
_ 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.


[Footnote_1: 'Hoel:' from the Welsh_of Aneurim, styled 'The Monarch of
the_Bards.' He flourished_about the time of Taliessin, A.D. 570._This
ode_is extracted from the Gododin.]

[Footnote 2:_'Deira:'_a kingdom including the five northernmost
counties_of_England.]

[Footnote_3: 'Cattraeth:' a great battle_lost by the ancient Britons.]

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X.--THE_TRIUMPH OF OWEN:

A FRAGMENT FROM THE WELSH.

ADVERTISEMENT.--Owen succeeded his father_Griffin in the Principality
of North Wales, A.D._1120: this battle was near forty years
