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

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

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

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

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

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

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

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

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

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

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

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

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

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

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

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

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...



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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