Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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SONNET VII. VORTIGERN's VALLEY.
To this deep hollow, hid from human view,Where the bare cliffs, with loftiest mountains crown'd,
In their rude range the dreary glen surround,
From Britain's throne base Vortigern withdrew.
Oft flung on the steep rock in mad despair,
In every sail that flutter'd near the coast
Viewing the streamer of the Saxon host,
From his ag'd head he rudely rent the hair,
And to the cavern fled. In every star
That on the mountain shot its meteor ray,
He view'd their beacon flashing from afar.
The livid corse stretch'd on yon summit lay,
When heav'n's avenging thunder smote his head,
And fierce 'mid ravings wild the ling'ring spirit fled.
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