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Wales Poetry

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

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

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

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

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

Concerning The Divine Providence

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

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

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

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

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

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

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

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

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

Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

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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