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To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...



My Native Cot






Category: The Sentimental.

The white cot where I spent my youth
Is on yon lofty mountain side,
The stream which flowed beside the door
Adown the mossy slope doth glide;
The holly tree that hid one end
Is shaken by the moaning wind,
Like as it was in days of yore
When 'neath its boughs I shade did find.

Clear is the sky of morning tide,
Bright is the season time of youth,
Before the mid-day clouds appear,
And fell deceit obliterates truth;
Black tempest in the evening lowers,
The rain descends with whirlwind force,
And long ere midnight's hour nears
Full is the heart of deep remorse.

Where are my old companions dear,
Who in those days with me did play?
The green graves in the parish yard
Will soon the mournful answer say:
Farewell therefore ye pleasures light,
Which in my youth I did enjoy,
Dark evening's come with all its trials,
And these the bliss of life destroy.





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