Morra Rhuddlan The Hands, ir noru.

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For Her in Arms opposed,

GWENDOLEN saw him fall,
Contending Warriors strove,

And "O the Maiden cried;
'Twas Beauty fir'd their Hearts

Could Maiden Prayers avail
GWENDOLEX's Love.

Thou hadst not died!
On MORVA RHUDDLAN'S Plain the Rivals stood, Distracted to the Plain GWÉNDOLEX flew,
Till MORVA RAUDDLAN's Plain was drench'd in Blood: To bathe her Hero's Wounds, her last Adieu!
Not all proud LLOEGER's might could CYMRY quell, Fast oer her Hero's Wounds, her Tears the thed
Till foremost of his Band young GRIFFITH fell. But Tears alas! are vain..his Life was fled.

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O then for GRIFFITH's Son,
Ye Maids of CYMRY mourn;
For well the Virgins Tear

Becomes his Urn.
Nor you, ye Youths, forbid your. Tears to flow,
For they shall best redress, who feel for Woe.
Sweet fleeps the lovely Maid wept by the Brave
For, ah! The died for him she could not save!

MORYA RHUDDLAN, or the Red Marsh, on the banks of the CLWYD in FLIXT SHIRE, was the - scene of many Battles of the Welsh with the Saxons. At the memorable conflict in 795, the Welsh were unsuccessful and their Monarch CARÁDOC flain.

It is unknown whether this celebrated Tue took its name from this or fome later occasion. The words row adapted to the
Tyre are versified from a fragment Published in the Letters from Snowdon. This plaintive style, fo predominant in Welsh
Mific, in well adapted to melancholy subjects. Our Music probably received a Pathetic tincture from our distresses under the
oppression of the Saxous.

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