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Wales PoetryThe Immovable Covenantthe Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... 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... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... |
Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of DyffrynCategory: The Sentimental. In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright and sunny, Ruth was nurtured fair and slender Neath a mother's eye so tender. Listening to the thrush's carols. Was her pleasure in her gambols, And ere she grew up a maiden Gwilym's voice was sweet in Dyffryn. Together did they play in childhood, Together ramble in the greenwood, Together dance upon the meadow, Together pluck the primrose yellow. Both grew up in youthful beauty On the lap of peace and plenty, And before they could discover Love had linked its silent fetter. Ruth had riches--not so Gwilym, Her stern sire grew cold unto him, And at length forbade him coming Any more to visit Dyffryn. Gwilym thence would roam the wild-wood, Where he wander'd in his childhood, And would shun his home and hamlet, Pensive sitting in the thicket. Ruth would, weeping, walk the garden, And survey the blank horizon For a passing glimpse of Gwilym-- But all vain her tears and wailing. Gwilym said, "I'll cross the ocean, And abide among the heathen, In the hope of getting riches, Which alone the father pleases." But, before he left his country, Once, by stealth, he met the lady, And beneath the beech's shadow Vow'd undying love in sorrow. Much the weeping--sad the sighing, When they parted in the gloaming, Gwilym for a distant region, Ruth behind in desolation. Time flew fast, and many a wooer Came to Ruth an ardent lover; But in vain they sought the maiden, For she held her troth unbroken. Owain Wynn had wealth in plenty, Earnest was his deep entreaty, And tho' favour'd by the father, Yet all vain was his endeavour. Years now pass'd since Ruth saw Gwilym, But her dreams were always of him, And tho' morning undeceived her, Nightly did she see him near. One fair evening Ruth was sitting In the spot of their last parting, When she thought she saw her Gwilym Cross the meadows green of Dyffryn. Was it fact or apparition? Slow she mov'd to test the vision, Who was there but her own true love Come to claim her in the green grove. Gwilym now possessed abundance, Gold and pearls displayed their radiance, Soon the father gave him welcome To his house and daughter handsome. Quick the wedding-day was settled, Ruth to Gwilym then was married, Long they lived in bliss and plenty, Pride and envy of the valley. Next: The Lord Of Clas Previous: The Banks Of The Dee
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