Yet, yet I live on, though forsaken and weeping! Each prince of my race the bright golden chain wearing, When warriors and chiefs to their proud steeds are bounding, I turn from heaven's light, for it smiles on your grave !+ GRUFYDD'S FEAST. ["Grufydd ab Rhys ab Tewdwr, having resisted the English successfully in the time of Stephen, and at last obtained from them an honorable peace, made a great feast at his palace in Ystrad Tywi to celebrate this event. To this feast, which was continued for forty days, he invited all who would come in peace from Gwynedd, Powys, the Deheubarth, Glamorgan, and the marches Against the appointed time he prepared all kinds of delicious viands and liquors; with every entertainment of vocal and instrumental song; thus patronising the poets and musicians. He encouraged. too, all sorts of representations and manly games, and afterwards sent away all those who had excelled in them with honorable gifts."-Vide Cambrian Biography. LET the yellow mead shine for the sons of the brave, There is peace in the land we have battled to save: Let the horn, whose loud blast gave the signal for fight, The golden chain as a badge of honor, worn by heroes, is frequently alluded to in the works of the ancient British bards. "Hardly has the snow covered the vale, When the warriors are hastening to the battle; I do not go, I am hinder'd by infirmity." OWEN's Elegies of Llwarch Hen. Wine, as well as mead, is frequently mentioned in the poems of the ancient British bards.. The horn was used for two purposes, to sound the alarm in war, and to drink the mead at feasts. Let the rich draught it offers with gladness be crown'd, And wake ye the children of song from their dreams, Sheath the sword which hath given them unperishing themes, THE CAMBRIAN IN AMERICA. WHEN the last flush of eve is dying When winds amidst the palms are sighing, And fragrance breathes from every pine:† When stars through cypress-boughs are gleaming, Still of thy harps, thy mountains dreaming, Where some broad stream silence flows, Or through th' eternal forests moving, One only home my spirits knows! Sweet land, whence memory ne'er hath parted! But happier, could the weary-hearted Look on his own blue hills, and die! THE MONARCHY OF BRITAIN. [The Bard of the Palace, under the ancient Welsh Princes, always accompanied the army when it marched into an enemy's country, and while it was preparing for battle, or dividing the spoils, he performed an ancient song, called Unbennaeth Prydain, the monarchy of Britain. It has been conjectured that this poem referred to the tradition of the Welsh, that the whole island had once been possessed by their ancestors, who were driven into a corner of it by their Saxon invaders. When the prince had received his share * Maelor, part of the counties of Denbigh and Flint. Dyfed, (said to signify a land abounding with streams of water,) the modern Pembrokeshire. The aromatic odor of the pine has frequently been mentioned by travellers. of the spoils, the bard, for the performance of this song, was re warded with the most valuable beast that remained.-See JONES'S Historical Account of the Welsh Bards.j SONS of the Fair Isle !* forget not the time, Ere spoilers had breath'd the free winds of your clime! Was yours from the deep to each storm-mantled height! TALIESIN'S PROPHECY. [A prophecy of Taliesin relating to the ancient Britons, is still extant, and has been strikingly verified. It is to the following effect : "Their God they shall worship, Their language they shall retain, A VOICE from time departed yet floats thy hills among, The clouds which mantle things unseen, away before me roll, A rushing sound from days to be, swells fitful in the blast, To which the harp of Mona's woods by freedom's hand was strung. Green island of the mighty!t I see thine ancient race I see from Uthyr'st kingdom the sceptre pass away, *Ynys Prydain, the ancient name of Britain, signifies the Fair or Beautiful Island. Ynys y Cedeirn, or Isle of the Mighty, an ancient name given to Britain. Uther Pendragon, king of Britain, supposed to have been the father of Arthur. But long as Arvon's mountains shall lift their sovereign forms, And wear the crown to which is given dominion o'er the storms, So long, their empire sharing, shall live the lofty tongue, To which the harp of Mona's woods by freedom's hand was strung! OWEN GLYNDWR S WAR SONG. SAW ye the blazing star ?* The heavens look down on freedom's war, Bright on the dragon crestt It tells that glory's wing shall rest, Let earth's pale tyrants read despair, And swell the rushing mountain-air At the dead hour of night, Mark'd ye how each majestic height Oh! eagles of the battle! rise! The hope of Gwynedd wakes!§ It is your banner in the skies, Through each dark cloud which breaks, And mantles, with triumphal dyes, Your thousand hills and lakes! A sound is on the breeze, A murmur as of swelling seas! * The year 1402 was ushered in with a comet or blazing star, which :he bards interpreted as an omen favorable to the cause of Glyndwr. It served to infuse spirit into the minds of a superstitious people, the first success of their chieftain confirmed this belief, and gave new vigor to their actions.-Vide PENNANT. Owen Glyndwr styled himself the Dragon; a name he assumed in imitation of Uther, whose victories over the Saxons were foretold by the appearance of a star with a dragon beneath, which Uther used as his badge; and on that account it became a favorite one with the Welsh.-PENNANT. "Bring the horn to Tudwrou, the Eagle of Battles."-Vide The Hirlas Horn, a poem by OWAIN CYFEILIOG. The eagle is a very fa vorite image with the ancient Welsh poets. GWYNEDD (pronounced Gwy eth,) North Wales. The Saxon on his way Lo! spear, and shield, and lance, From Deva's waves, with lightning glance, But who the torrent-wave compels Let those who wake the soul that dwells The greenest and the loveliest dells Of us they told, the seers And monarch-bards of elder years, Who walk'd on earth, as powers! And in their burning strains, A spell of might and mystery reigns, The march of ages pass'd away But proudest in that long array, PRINCE MADOC'S FAREWELL. Way lingers my gaze where the last hues of day, Lies far o'er the measureless worlds of the deep! Of minstrel with melody greet my return. 'Tis not for the land of my sires, to give birth ; My course to the winds, to the stars, I resign * Merlin, or Merddin Emrys, is said to have composed his prophecies on the future lot of the Britons, amongst the mountains of Snow don. Many of these, and other ancient prophecies, were applied by Glyndwr to his own cause, and assisted him greatly in animating the spirit of his followers. |