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BATTLE OF ARGOED LLWYFAIN.
BY WILLIAM WHITEHEAD, ESQ.
MORNING rose; the issuing sun
Fflamdwyn pour'd his rapid bands, Legion's four, o'er Reged's lands. The numerous host, from side to side, Spread destruction wild and wide, From Argoed's summits, forest-crown'd, To steep Arfynydd's utmost bound. Short their triumph, short their sway, Born and ended with the day! Flush'd with conquest Fflamdwyn said, Boastful at his army's head,
"Strive not to oppose the stream,
Owen of the mighty stroke;
"Day advanc'd: and ere the sun
Havoc, havoc rag'd around, Many a carcase strew'd the ground: Ravens drank the purple flood, Raven plumes were dyed in blood;
Frighted crowds from place to place, Eager, hurrying, breathless, pale, Spread the news of their disgrace, Trembling as they told the tale.
These are Taliessin's rhimes, These shall live to distant times, And the Bard's prophetic rage Animate a future age.
Child of sorrow, child of pain,
eyes, and stop this breath,
Ever I forget to raise
My grateful songs to Urien's praise.
GRAVE OF KING ARTHUR.
BY T. WARTON, B. D.
STATELY the feast, and high the cheer:
Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
A thousand torches flam'd aloof:
From massy cups, with golden gleam
Sparkled the red metheglin's stream:
From Teivi, fring'd with umbrage brown,
"O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd, "High the screaming sea-mew soar’d; "On Tintaggel's topmost tower "Darksome fell the sleety shower; "Round the rough castle shrilly sung "The whirling blast, and wildly flung "On each tall rampart's thundering side "The surges of the tumbling tide: "When Arthur rang'd his red-cross ranks "On Conscious Camlan's crimson'd banks: "By Mordred's faithless guile decreed "Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed ! "Yet in vain a paynim foe "Arm'd with fate the mighty blow; “For when he fell, an elfin queen, "All in secret, and unseen,
"O'er the fainting hero threw "Her mantle of ambrosial blue; "And bade her spirits bear him far, "In Merlin's agate-axled car, Vol. XIII.