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The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

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

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

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

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...



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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