"Purfue thy courfe," the beldam straight reply'd; "With a gay crown upon his princely head." She faid; and foon the form was loft in air: • Pleas'd with her tale, Llewellyn onward mov'd; • With equal zeal, nor troops nor leaders spare, To meet the battle with the prince they lov'd, • Between two mighty hills*, whofe lofty tops ⚫ Cleave the black cloud that bends with pond'rous force, Far spreads a vale, bedight with vernal crops, And fed with ftreams which flow to Severn's course. There lay the English lines in bright array, With fiery Mortimer, a val'rous knight; ⚫ Thefe Prince Llewellyn, by the break of day, Saw from the mountain, and prepar'd to fight. The finew'd ftrong-bows were by Rod❜rick led, Men who ne'er drew the twanging ftring in vain; • Wide spread the pikes, with David at their head, ⚫ And brave Llewellyn led the dauntless main. • These drew their keen-edg'd weapons flesh'd in blood; To bathe their bodies in the crimfon flood, O God of battles! how I grieve to think That thofe of kin fhould hew each other down; That fuch high blood the thirsty earth fhould drink, For fell ambition, and the toy renown. *Plynillymon and Moylvadian. Yet Yet why were Cimru's honeft fons mifus'd, By lordly marchers, infolent and vain! Why were their necks with galling yokes abus'd, • Reftlefs Ambition can no rival bear; Her flame in Edward's breast the fiend had blown And oft he wifh'd Llewellyn's rightful share • Of rich dominion added to his own. Nor this alone: the noble peerless maid, Great Leicester's daughter, to the prince affy'd, • Was bafely to the English court convey'd, 'As on her way to be Llewellyn's bride. Robb'd of his love, expos'd to base controul, Firm in his people's hearts Llewellyn reign'd, Leaders approv'd, the progeny of kings, These most alert led up the vet'ran wings, And bar'd their rough fronts to the face of death. For Liberty, like thefe, who would not strive; Or who, like them, to danger would not fly? In bondage vile what hero would furvive? To live a flave, is ev'ry hour to die! * Edward I. • Full Full oft I've seen, in fultry Virgo's reign, Such was the onset, fuch the dreadful found; The conscious fun, beneath the western sky, • Pregnant with horrors, a malignant train! The night, afham'd that those of human birth, Hard is the business of the man of arms, Little his profit, fave uncertain fame ; For ever fubject to a thousand harms, And courting danger, to escape from shame! Thrice happy he, upon the mountain bred, Who craves no fame, nor idly thirfts for gold! He fears no fhackles, dreads no victor's fcorn, ⚫ Content he pipes beneath the hazel shade; His greatest joy to view, from morn to morn, His blithfome ewes and lambkins crop the glade. At At fultry noon to feek the cooling spring, 'At eve to folace o'er the beechen can, With humble ruftics, like himself untaught; 'Or toils to come, or future fports to plan, Or fing of her who most employs his thought. And happiest he, with humble means content, To whom, by no false carping cares poffefs'd, 'Sweet fleep fucceeds a day in virtue spent, 'Nor phantoms follow to disturb his reft. 'Not fo the hofts whom night had mantled o'er ; • Each to a fastness took his weary'd way, Refolving to renew the fight once more, • Ere the dull bat forfook the dawn of day.' And now th' enfeebled Bard, by toil subdu'd, The lark his morning carol had forgot, No fong-bird warbled from the bloom-deck'd fpray; No fwallow twitter'd from the low-built cot, To greet the harbinger of coming day. . No No ruftic whistled with his team to plough, The hunter, who was us'd to top the mound, Black lour'd the welkin, when the dawn began, Pouring a deluge of wide-fpreading rain; And not a creature, fave obdurate man, • Forsook the friendly covert for the plain. • Nor whelming torrents, nor impending fate, Could check the Britons in their fierce career : Urg'd by revenge, and ftimulated hate, The Cambrian leaders on the hills appear. And ftraight, in firm and martial form array'd, But English prudence kept the fhelter ftill, O that fome gentle pow'r had stepp'd between! • Soon |