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Wales PoetryTribanauSerjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... 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... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... |
Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White GullCategory: 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." Next: To The Lark Previous: The Circling Of The Mead Horns
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