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Mere mad-cap revellers, unwisely gay,
And glow'd on Britain's glorious isle,
A chieftain's gallant style:
He call'd for wine and gustful mead,
He rush'd, the host to lead.
To shelter him in peril's hour,
Beneath the tumulus is laid-
Gwrvoling's speed is stay’d.
BUDDVAN. While chiefs with the glow of resentment were blushing, Mid death-shrieks of women,and dreadful blood-gushing; The brave son of Howgi was there in his pride, And the son of Ysperi the boldest defied ; While Buddvan ab Bleiddvan a strong fortress stood, Exulting, and fearless ’mid horror and blood. With shield on his shoulder, the hero he shone, In swiftness but second to Prwydau alone; His dread front was painted, terrific his form, In battle tumultuous—the soul of a storm ;Gloomy and deadly the gleam of his spear, He moved as a fire--exciting wild fear. 'Twas well for the ravens that Buddvan was brave, A feast on his foes to the ravens he gave; Yet, ere by the sons of the gen'rous forsook, Mild were his manners, and lovely his looksoft as the dew of Eryri his course, Or full stately stream, void of fierceness of force. Oh the bards will applaud the bright deeds of the brave; in the high tide of battle he rush'd like a wave;
dreadful destroyer, ’mid clashing of spears: But lo! from the war-field the chief disappears-
His fleet steed and harness are laved o'er with gore; The brave son of Bleiddvan exulteth no more.
The pass 'twas his to guard :
And gain the bright reward.
To keep, with princely pride.
Cheer'd mountains waste and wild,
He shone in Cattraeth strife :
The youth of blameless life,
Great the advantage by his daring gain'd,
RHYS. Rhys consumed the lowlands-annihilating ire ! Rhys consumed the lowlands with sword and blazing fire ; Though blood was shed, and dwellings burnt, he ne'er ob
tained bis end, He sought the fortress on the height, but fortress never
gain’d. Unguarded at his utmost need, when lost his hopes that day, He failed to mount the tall and swift slight steed of shining
grey ; The shield upon his crupper-seat he failed in time to raise, The fatal shaft sped darkly forth-in death the hero lies. Thy mournful halls are lordless now, thou in the battle
struck, Thy man is in the buttery, regaling on the buck; While thou art smarting in thy wounds-oh bright, new
fallen star! Far, far from thee that serving-man--his helping hand,
oh far !
Wealth came to us in plenty from Bradwen's pits of brine, Wealth came to us in plenty, and gladd’ning was its shine; The spoiler came and cast a cloud upon our sunny day, Adonwy with his powers rush’d,and bore our wealth away.
CAREDIG. Dh dear to memory Caredig's name, lond Fancy's fragrances embalm his fame-the minstrel-warrior with the youthful face, hat moved in lovelines3—a hero's grace ! hough scarce matured was his gentle form, mprovement daily gaye th' ennobling charm;
And his was cheerfulness, ingenuous youth!
His buckler, spangled with the glowing gold,
Should this specimen of the new version of Aneurin's Gododin meet the approbation of the public, it will soon be published, and not otherwise.
THF CONFERENCE BETWEEN GWYDD NO AND
GWYN AB NUDD.
From the Welsh of Gwyddno Garanhir.
By Anthony Todd Thomson, Esq.
The five first verses, the twenty-first, twenty-second, and twentythird are very obscure; and therefore the translation is given as literally as possible. The originals of this, and the other poems of this ancient bard's, are to be found in a Manuscript, in the Hengwrt library, called Llyvr Duo Gaerfyrddin, “The Black Book of Caermarthen, the oldest Welsh MS now known. It is a quarto of 54 leaves, and contains poems composed by Merddin, Taliesin, Llywarch Hên, Gwyddno Garanhîr, and Elain. This singular MS is universally admitted by good judges to have been written in the