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FROM THE W
This Ode is extracted from
HADI but the torrent's
With headlong rage and w Con Deira's squadrons To rush, and sweep
Too, too secure in youth
He ask'd no heaps of ho
To Cattraeth's vale in
Twice two hundred W
FROM THE WELCH.
[This Ode is extracted from the Gododin.
See Mr. Evans's Specimens, p. 71 and 73.]
DI but the torrent's might, headlong rage and wild affright Deïra's squadrons hurl'd
sweep them from the world!
too secure in youthful pride, ■em, my friend, my Hoel, died, t Cian's son: of Madoc old sk'd no heaps of hoarded gold; e in Nature's wealth array'd, sk'd and had the lovely Maid.
Cattraeth's vale in glitt'ring row ce two hundred Warriors go:
Tet Morning smiles t
I fruitless mourn to
*Son of Lord
in to me the smiling Mornings shine, redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: rds in vain their amorous descant join; cheerful fields resume their
ears, alas! for other notes repine, Hifferent object do these eyes require : onely anguish melts no heart but mine; ad in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, nd new-born pleasure brings to happier men: fields to all their wonted tribute bear: To warm their little loves the birds complain: uitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
the more because I weep in vain.
* Son of Lord Chancellor West, of Ireland.
ON MRS. CLARKE.
ife of Dr. Clarke, Physician at Epsom, died April 27, is buried in the Church of Beckenham, Kent.]
-e this silent marble weeps, Wife, a Mother sleeps:
hin whose sacred cell
Virtues lov'd to dwell.
rm, and Faith sincere, manity were there. death resign'd,
Wound she left behind.
mage here below,
on a Father's woe:
awaits, while yet he strays nely vale of days?