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THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN. *
FROM MR. EVANS'S SPECIMENS OF THE WELSH POETRY ;
LONDON, 1764, QUARTO.
Big with hosts of mighty name,
Dauntless on his native sands
Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of North Wales, A. D. 112. This battle was fought near forty years afterwards.
† North Wales. # Denmark. $ The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader which all his descendants bore on their banner,
In glittering arms and glory drest,
Tobias SMOLLETT, well known in his time for the variety and multiplicity of his publications, was born in 1720, at Dalquhurn, in the county of Dumbarton. He was educated under a surgeon in Glasgow, where he also attended the medical lectures of the University; and at this early period he gave some specimens of a talent for writing verses. As it is on this ground that he has obtained a place in the present collection, we shall pass over his various characters of surgeon's mate, physician, historiographer, politician, miscellaneous writer, and especially novellist, and consider his claims as a minor poet of no mean rank. He will be found, in this collection, as the author of " The Tears of Scotland,” the “ Ode to Leven-Water,” and some other short pieces, which are polished, tender, and picturesque; and, especially, of an
" Ode to Independence,” which aims at a loftier flight, and perhaps has few superiors in the lyric style.
Smollett married a lady of Jamaica : he was, unfortunately, of an irritable disposition, which involved him in frequent quarrels, and finally shortened his life. He died in the neighbourhood of Leghorn, in October, 1771, in the fifty-first year of his age.
THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banísh'd peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more, Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty.
The wretched owner sees afar
What boots it then, in every clime,
The rural pipe and merry lay
No strains but those of sorrow flow,
O baneful cause, oh, fatal morn,
The pious mother doom'd to death,
While the warm blood bedews my veins,
filial breast shall beat; And, spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow : “ Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn!”