|World Wars.ca - Download the EBook World Wars|| Informational|
|Home - Collection of Stories - Famous Stories - Short Stories - Wales Poetry - Yiddish Tales|
Wales PoetryOld Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...
The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...
The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...
Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...
The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Category: The Religious.
Too long I've loved the fickle maid,
My love is turned to grief and pain;
In vain delusive hopes I stray'd,
Through days that ne'er will dawn again;
And she, in beauty like the dawn,
From me has now her heart withdrawn!
A constant suitor--on her ear
My sweetest melodies I pour'd;
Where'er she wander'd I was near;
For her whose face my soul ador'd
My wealth I madly spent in wine,
And gorgeous jewels of the mine.
I deck'd her arms with lovely chains,
With bracelets wove of slender gold;
I sang her charms in varied strains,
Her praise to every minstrel told:
The bards of distant Keri know
That she is spotless as the snow.
These proofs of love I hoped might bind
My Morfydd to be ever true:
Alas! to deep despair consign'd,
My bosom's blighted hopes I rue,
And the base craft that gave her charms,
Oh, anguish! to another's arms!
Next: From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
Previous: The Cuckoo's Tale