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Wales PoetryTo The SpringOh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... The Grove Of Broom The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... 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 ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... |
My Father-landCategory: The Patriotic. Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, stream and hill, As wild and grand; As thou hast been in days of yore, As thou hast ever been before, As thou shalt be for evermore, My Father-land! Where are the bards, like thine, who've sung The warrior's praise? the harp hath strung, With mighty hand? Made chords of magic sound arise, That flung their echoes through the skies, And gained the fame that never dies, My Father-land? And where are warriors like thine own, Who in the battle's front have shown So firm a stand? Who fought against the Romans' skill, "The conquerors of the world," until They found thou wert "invincible," My Father-land? And where are hills like thine, or where Are vales so sweet, or scenes so fair, Such praise command? There towering Snowdon, first in height, Or Cader Idris, dreary sight, And lonely Clwyd? Oh! how bright, My Father-land! Oh! how I love thee, though I mourn That cold neglect should on thee turn, Thy name to brand; And oft the scalding tear will start Raining its dew-drops from the heart, To think how far we are apart, My Father-land. And when my days are almost done, And, faltering on, I've nearly run Life's dreary sand; Still, still my fainting breath shall be Bestowed upon thy memory, My soul shall wing its way to thee, My Father-land! Next: My Native Land Previous: Walter Sele
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