Taliesin Poems

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm,
Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.
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I have been a multitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistent form.
I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,
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Urien of Yrechwydd most generous of Christian men,
much do you give to the people of your land;
as you gather so also do you scatter,
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There was a great battle Saturday morning
From when the sun rose until it grew dark.
The fourfold hosts of Fflamddwyn invaded,
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If warlike chiefs with dawning day
At Cattraeth met in dread array,
The song records their splendid name;
But who shall sing of Urien's fame?
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Before Geraint, the enemy's scourge,
I saw white horses, tensed, red,
After the war cry, bitter the grave
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God, consider the soul's need
of Owain son of Urien!
Rheged's prince, secret in loam:
No shallow work shall praise him.
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