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Warriors from the breach of danger
Pluck no longer laurels there : They but yield the passing stranger
Wild-flower wreaths for Beauty's hair.
Published in the Edinburgh Annual Register for 1898. THE violet in her green-wood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue,
Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining; I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,
More sweet through watery lustre shining. The summer sun that dew shall dry,
Ere yet the day be passed its morrow; Nor longer in my false love's eye
Remained the tear of parting sorrow.
HUNTING SONG. Published in the Edinburgh Annual Register for 1808. WAKEN lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, “ Waken lords and ladies gay." Waken lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, “ Waken lords and ladies gay.' Waken lords and ladies gay, To the green-wood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
IN IMITATION OF AN OLD ENGLISH POEM.
Published in the Edinburgh Annual Register for 1808. My wayward fate I needs must plain,
Though bootless be the theme;
Yet all was but a dream:
So it was quickly gone;
But coldly dwell alone.
My fancy shall beguile,
By gesture, look, or smile:
Till it has fairly flown,
I'll rather freeze alone.
In cheek, or chin, or brow,
As weak as woman's vow:
That is but lightly won;
And learn to live alone.
The diamond's ray abides,
The flame its glory hurls about,
The gem its lustre hides ;
And glowed a diamond stone,
l'll darkling dwell alone.
With dyes so bright and vain,
Shall tangle me again :
I'll live upon mine own,
I'll rather dwell alone.
Thy loving labour's lost;
To be so strangely crossed :
The phoenix is but one;
I'll rather dwell alone."
THE LAST WORDS OF CADWALLON;
THE DYING BARD.e THE Welsh tradition bears, that a Bard, on his death-bed, demanded his harp, and played the air to which these verses are adapted; requesting that it might be performed at his funeral.
air Daffydz Gangwen.
DINAS EMLINN, lament; for the moment is nigh,
In spring and in autumn, thy glories of shade Unhonoured shall flourish, unhonoured shall fade; For soon shall be lifeless the eye and the tongue That viewed them with rapture, with rapture that sung. • This song and “The Norman Horse-Shoe” were first published in vol. i. of Thomson's “ Select Collection of Original Welsh Airs," issued in 1809.
Then adieu, silver Teivi! I quit thy loved scene,
And adieu, Dinas Emlinn! still green be thy shades,
THE NORMAN HORSE-SHOE. THE Welsh, inhabiting a mountainous country, and possessing only an inferior breed of horses, were usually unable to encounter the shock of the Anglo-Norman cavalry. Occasionally, however, they were successful in repelling the invaders; and the following verses celebrate a supposed defeat of Clare, Earl of Striguil and Pembroke, and of Neville, Baron of Chepstow, Lords-Marchers of Monmouthshire. Rymny is a stream which divides the counties of Monmouth and Glamorgan: Caerphili, the scene of the supposed battle, is a vale upon its banks, dignified by the ruins of a very ancient castle. Air-The TMar-song of the Men of Glamorgan.
And forth, in banded pomp and pride,
This and the following piece were published under the title of “ Frag.
ments,” in the Edinburgh Annual Register of 1809.