"... onid côf cwymp
Olcastr, ti a gair ailcwymp."
"---- rememberest thou not the fall
Of Oldcastle?--Thou shall have a repetition of the fall."
In addition to the two poems here mentioned, the collection contains one
"_Composed by John of Kent on his death-bed_;" in which are some lines
of considerable beauty: and also one on _The Age and Duration of
Things_.
The parish church of Kentchurch is dedicated to St. Mary. I hope to be
able to send you some further information on the subject, but I well
know that quotations from memory are _nearly_ valueless. Meanwhile, the
following note on the mysterious disappearance to which I have already
alluded may be not uninteresting: I give it as translated by the editors
of the Iolo MSS.
"In 1415, Owen disappeared, so that neither sight nor tidings of
him could be obtained in the country. It was rumoured that he
escaped in the guise of a reaper; bearing[1] ... according to the
testimony of the last who saw and knew him; after which little or
no information transpired respecting him, nor of the place or
manner of his concealment. The prevalent opinion was, that he died
in a wood in Glamorgan; but occult chroniclers assert that he and
his men still live, and are asleep on their arms, in a cave called
Govog y ddinas, in the Vale of Gwent, where they will continue,
until England becomes self-debased; but that then they will sally
forth, and reconquer their country, privileges, and crown for the
Welsh, who shall be dispossessed of them no more until the day of
judgment, when the world shall be consumed with fire, and so
reconstructed, that neither oppression nor devastation shall take
place any more: and blessed will be he who shall see the
time."--Page 454. _Historical Notices extracted from the Papers of
the Rev. Evan Evans, now in the Possession of Paul Panton, Esq.,
of Anglesea._
[Footnote 1: The manuscript is defective here. "A sickle" was
probably the word.]