And the heart of the hero shall burn at the sound.
The free winds of Maelor[166] shall swell with their name,
And Owain’s rich hirlas be fill’d to their fame.
[163] “Fetch the horn, that we may drink together, whose gloss is like the waves of the sea; whose green handles show the skill of the artist, and are tipped with gold.”—From the Hirlas Horn of Owain Cyfeiliog.
[164] “Heard ye in Maelor the noise of war, the horrid din of arms, their furious onset, loud as in the battle of Bangor, where fire flashed out of their spears?”—From the same.
[165] “Fill, then, the yellow-lipped horn—badge of honour and mirth.”—From the same.
[166] Maelor, part of the counties of Denbigh and Flint, according to the modern division.
THE HALL OF CYNDDYLAN.
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night;[167]
I weep, for the grave has extinguish’d its light;