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Wales PoetryAn Ode To The Thunderhis bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... 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 ... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... |
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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