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Wales PoetryTo Maythe following and several other poems in this collection. ... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... |
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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