THE MEETING OF THE BARDS. Song and Chorus. Air-The Melody of North Wales. By a Lady. STRIKE, strike the harp! for now no more alarms Wake the lyre of proudest song, The strain that mem'ry warms. Strike, minstrel, strike! around the sacred oak And see, in native lustre bright, Thy lore resume its pristine light, That erst, 'mid discord's hapless night, Sunk 'neath oppression's yoke! Strike! strike again! thy genius now appears O'er hill and valley sweetly float, Wake love and beauty's tears. THE NORMAN HORSE SHOE. Air.-The War-song of the Men of Glamorgan. THIS ballad celebrates a defeat, by the Britons, of Clare, earl o Striguil and Pembroke, and of Neville, baron of Chepstow, Lord Marchers of Monmouthshire. Rhymni, (erroneously written 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, dignifled and rendered memorable by the stupendous ruins of a very ancient castle. I. RED glows the forge in Striguil's bounds, Barb many a steed for battle's broil. II. From Chepstowe's towers, ere dawn of morn, And forth, in banded pomp and pride, Stout Clare and fiery Neville ride. They swore their banners broad should gleam, III. And sooth they swore-the sun arose, A Norman horse-man's curdling blood! IV. Old Chepstowe's brides may curse the toil, MEGAN HAS LOST HER GARTER. Air.-Megan a gollodd ei Gardas. By John F. M. Dovaston, A. M. HOWEVER this ancient air may have originated, the words here adapted to it, refer to the institution of the order of the Garter. King Edward I, at a court ball, picked up the garter of the countess of Salisbury, and retorting the sneers of his courtiers with its celebrated motto, Honi soit qui mal y pense, Evil be to him that evil thinks, he afterwards made the garter the highest order of knighthood in the kingdom, confined to 32 in number, generally princes and peers. Since its instituion it has soothed the vanity of 8 emperors, 21 kings. and a very great number of sovereign princes. LIGHTSOME and lovely the damsels were dancing, In measures that mock'd the sweet lays of the lyre; Edward led Margaret, modest and sprightly, Thus checking his courtiers' sly looks with a frown ; And joy to the bosom that's open to joy." THE DEE'S DRUID WATER. Air-Cadair Idris. By Mr. Wiffen. I. I CROSS'D in its beauty thy Dee's Druid water, II. I pass'd by thy castle,+ once mirthful and splendid, • Eliseg Pillar-a British column, considered one of the most ancient existing, erected by Concenn, to the memory of his grandfather Eliseg, who was killed in a battle fought with the Saxons, near Chester, in 607. The pillar stands in the vale of Crusis, near Llangollen. Chirk Castle. 1 pass'd by thy abbey,*—its worship was ended, The ivy hung dark over portal and shrine. Yet weep not, fair Cambria, though shorn of thy glory, Thy star shall yet rise in ascendance again, Song and science are treas'ring the leaves of thy story, Nor a page shall appeal to our bosoms in vain. TALIESIN'S PROPHECY. Air.-Toriad y Dydd; or, The Dawn. A POEM founded on this prophecy will be found in another part of this work, but this elegant version of it, adapted to a popular melody, and recommended by the name of its fair and highly gifted author, cannot but prove most acceptable to the reader of taste. Vide Parry's Welsh Melodies, Vol. I. I. A VOICE from time departed yet floats thy hills among, II. "A light, the depths revealing, hath o'er my spirit pass'd. A rushing sound, from days to be, swells fitful in the blast The beautiful ruins of Valle Crucis Abbey, founded in 1200, by Madoc ab Griffith Maelor. The prophesy is to the following effect: "Their God they shall worship, Except Wild Wales." |