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My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...



Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull






Category: The Beautiful.

Bird that dwellest in the spray,
Far from mountain woods away,
Sporting,--blending with the sea,
Like the moonbeam--gleamily.
Wilt thou leave thy sparkling chamber
Round my lady's tower to clamber?
Thou shalt fairer charms behold
Than Taliesin's tongue has told,
Than Merddin sang, or loved, or knew--
Lily nursed on ocean's dew--
Say (recluse of yon wild sea),
"She is all in all to me."





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