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Wales PoetryDafydd Ap Gwilym To The White GullBird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... The Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... |
Llywarch Hen's Lament On CynddylanCategory: The Patriotic. Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the battle of Cattraeth, where he witnessed the fall of three of his sons, and in the endless wars of that period. He had twenty four sons, all of whom were slain in battle in the bard's lifetime. He retired for refuge to the Court of Cynddylan, then Prince of Powys, at Pengwern, now Shrewsbury. The Saxons at length drove Cynddylan from Pengwern, and the bard retired to Llanfor, near Bala, in Merionethshire, where he died at the long age of 150 years. Hence the appellation _hen_, or the aged. Twelve poems of this bard remain, but all are imbued with the melancholy of the poet's life.] Cynddylan's hearth is dark to-night, Cynddylan's halls are lone; War's fire has revell'd o'er their might, And still'd their minstrel's tone; And I am left to chant apart One murmur of a broken heart! Pengwern's blue spears are gleamless now, Her revelry is still; The sword has blanched his chieftain's brow, Her fearless sons are chill: And pagan feet to dust have trod The blue-robed messengers of God. {92} Cynddylan's shield, Cynddylan's pride, The wandering snows are shading, One palace pillar stands to guide The woodbine's verdant braiding; And I am left, from all apart, The minstrel of the broken heart! Next: The Lament Op Llywarch Hen Previous: The Eisteddfod,
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