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Wales PoetryThe Lord Of ClasThe Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... 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... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... |
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,Category: The Beautiful. Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion of Ivor Hael. The bard, speaking from the land of Wild Gwynedd, or North Wales, thus invokes the summer to visit the sweet pastoral county of Glamorgan with all its blessings: "And wilt thou, at the bard's desire, Thus in thy godlike robes of fire, His envoy deign to be? Hence from Wild Gwynedd's mountain land, To fair Morganwg Druid strand, Sweet margin of the sea. Oh! may for me thy burning feet With peace, and wealth, and glory greet, My own dear southern home; Land of the baron's, halls of snow! Land of the harp! the vineyards glow, Green bulwark of the foam. She is the refuge of distress; Her never-failing stores Have cheer'd the famish'd wilderness, Have gladden'd distant shores. Oh! leave no little plot of sod 'Mid all her clust'ring vales untrod; But all thy varying gifts unfold In one mad embassy of gold: O'er all the land of beauty fling Bright records of thy elfin wing." From this scene of ecstacy, he makes a beautiful transition to the memory of Ivor, his early benefactor: still addressing the summer, he says, "Then will I, too, thy steps pursuing, From wood and cave, And flowers the mountain-mists are dewing, The loveliest save; From all thy wild rejoicings borrow One utterance from a heart of sorrow; The beauties of thy court shall grace My own lost Ivor's dwelling-place." Next: A Bridal Song Previous: To The Lark
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