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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 fands
* The Dragon-Son of Mona stands ;
* The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his des fcendents bore on their banners.
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 to the battle's roar.
Where his glowing eye-balls turng
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.