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With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun:
THE BAR D.
I. 1. RUIN seize thee, ruthless King! • Confusion on thy banners wait, • Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing • They mock the air with idle state.
Helm, nor + Hauberk's twisted mail, • Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail * To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!'
This Ode is founded on a Tradition current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he compleated the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.
+ The Hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sat close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion.
Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride
On a rock, whose haughty brow
Snowdon was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract which the Welch themselves call Craigiun-eryri: it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway, R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by king Edward the First, says, “ Ad ortum amnis
Conway ad clivum montis Erery;" and Matthew of Westminster, (ad ann. 1283,)“ Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdoniæ “ fecit erigi castrum forte."
+ Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.
Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore. They both were Lords-farchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition.
And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. · Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, · Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! • O’er thee, oh King! their hundred arms they wave, * Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;
Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, • To high-born Hoel’s harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
· Cold is Cadwallo's tongue,
Mountains, ye mourn in vain,
* The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglesey.
+ Cambden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were nained by the Welch Craigian-eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called the eagle's nest. That bird is certainly no
* Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
No more I weep. They do not sleep.
Avengers of their native land: • With me in dreadful harmony they join, " And * weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy
“ Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
+ When Severn shall re-echo with affright “ The shrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roof that ring, “ Shrieks of an agonizing King!
stranger to this island, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it even has built its nest in ' the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray.]
* See the Norwegian Ode, that follows.