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

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

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 ...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

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

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

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

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

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

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

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

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

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

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

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

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



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From me has now her heart withdrawn!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!





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