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O. Yet a while my call obey.
What virgins thefe, in fpeechlefs woe,
And snowy veils, that float in air.
PR. Ha! no traveller art thou
O. No boding maid of skill divine Art thou, nor prophetefs of good; But mother of the giant-brood!
PR. Hie thee hence, and boast at home,
That never shall enquirer come
To break my iron-sleep again;
Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain.
Never, till fubftantial night
Has reaffum'd her ancient right;
Till wrap'd in flames, in ruin hurl'd,
*Lok is the Evil Being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches, when he fhall break his bonds; the human race, the ftars, and fun, shall disappear; the earth fink in the feas, and fire confume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred deities fhall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, fee Mallet's Introduction to the Hiftory of Denmark, 1755, Quarto.
Mr. EVANS's Specimens of the Welsh Poetry a LONDON, 1764, Quarto.
WEN'S praise demands my fong,
Faireft flower of Roderic's ftem,,
Gwyneth's fhield, and Britain's gem.
He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Lord of every regal art,
Big with hosts of mighty name,
Lochlin plows the watery way;
Owen fucceeded his father Griffin in the principality of North-Wales, A. D. 1120.
fought near forty years afterwards.
This battle was
There the Norman fails afar
Catch the winds, and join the war :
Dauntless on his native fands
There the thundering ftrokes begin,
Where his glowing eye-balls turn,
Despair and honourable Death.
* The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his defcendants bore on their banners.
The Progrefs of Poefy. A Pindaric Ode
DE on the Spring,
Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat,
Ode on a Distant Profpect of Eton-College,
Elegy writtten in a Country Church-Yard,
The Bard. A Pindaric Ode,