Owen's praise demands my song, Owen swift, and Owen strong; Fairest flower of Roderic's stem, Gwyneth's [North Wales] shield, and Britain's gem. He nor heaps his brooded stores, Nor on all profusely pours; Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay Lochlin [Denmark] plows the watry way; There the Norman sails afar Catch the winds, and join the war: Black and huge along they sweep, Burthens of the angry deep. Dauntless on his native sands The Dragon-Son of Mona stands; In glitt'ring arms and glory drest, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thund'ring strokes begin, There the press, and there the din; Talymalfra's rocky shore Echoing into the battle's roar. Where his glowing eye-ball turn, Thousand Banners round him burn. Where he points his purple spear, Hasty, hasty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop, and shame to fly There Confusion, Terror's child, Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild, Agony, that pants for breath, Despair and honourable Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT |