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 them 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 ■sh, and 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 green attire: 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, And weep 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? |