They fabled not, thy sons, who told It shadow'd o'er thy silent height, Nor hath it fled! the awful spell Though from their stormy haunts of yore, * Dinas Emrys (the fortress of Ambrose), a celebrated rock amongst the mountains of Snowdon, is said to be so called from having been the residence of Merddin Emrys, called by the Latins Merlinus Ambrosius, the celebrated prophet and magician: and there, tradition says, he wrote his prophecies concerning the future state of the Britons. There is another curious tradition respecting a large stone, on the ascent of Snowdon, called Maen du yr Arddu, the black stone of Arddu. It is said, that if two persons were to sleep a night on this stone, in the morning one would find himself endowed with the gift of poetry, and the other would become insane.-See WILLIAMS's Observations on the Snowdon Mountains. It is believed amongst the inhabitants of these mountains, that eagles have heretofore bred in the lofty clefts of Pierce then the heavens, thou hill of streams! Eryri! temple of the bard! And fortress of the free! 'Midst rocks which heroes died to guard, Their spirit dwells with thee! CHANT OF THE BARDS BEFORE THEIR RAISE ye the sword! let the death-stroke be given: Have ye not trampled our country's bright crest? their rocks. Some wandering ones are still seen at times, though very rarely, amongst the precipices.-See WILLIAMS's Observations on the Snowdon Mountains. *This sanguinary deed is not attested by any historian of credit. And it deserves to be also noticed, that none of the bardic productions since the time of Edward make any allusion to such an event.-See the Cambro-Briton, vol. I., p. 195. Rest, ye brave dead! 'midst the hills of your sires, THE DYING BARD'S PROPHECY.* "All is not lost-the unconquerable will THE Hall of Harps is lone to-night, MILTON. It hath no mead, it hath no light; The bow lies broken on the floor Whence the free step is gone; The pilgrim turns him from the door Where minstrel-blood hath stain'd the threshold stone. And I, too, go: my wound is deep, My brethren long have died; Yet, ere my soul grow dark with sleep Winds! bear the spoiler one more tone of pride! Bear it where, on his battle plain, Beneath the setting sun, He counts my country's noble slain— Say to him-Saxon, think not all is won. * At the time of the supposed massacre of the Welsh bards by Edward the First. Thou hast laid low the warrior's head, The minstrel's chainless hand; Dreamer! that numberest with the dead The burning spirit of the mountain land! Think'st thou, because the song hath ceased, Think'st thou it woke to crown the feast, It lived beside the ruddy hearth alone? No! by our wrongs, and by our blood, We leave it 'midst our country's woe- We leave it as we leave the snow Bright and eternal on Eryri's* crest. We leave it with our fame to dwell Our voice in their's through time shall swell— He dies; but yet the mountains stand, And this is yet Aneurin's † land— Winds! bear the spoiler one more tone of pride! * Eryri, Welsh name for the Snowdon mountains. † Aneurin, one of the noblest of the Welsh bards. THE FAIR ISLE.* (FOR THE MELODY CALLED THE WELSH GROUND. clime: SONS of the Fair Isle ! forget not the time, Though from your race that proud birthright be torn, Unquench'd is the spirit for monarchy born. CHORUS. Darkly though clouds may hang o'er us awhile, The crown shall not pass from the Beautiful Isle. children regain Ages may roll ere your CHORUS. Then shall their spirits rejoice in her smile, ; * Ynys Prydain was the ancient Welsh name of Britain, and signifies fair or beautiful isle. |