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Wales PoetryThe World And The Sea: A ComparisonLike the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... Song To Arvon by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... 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; ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... |
My Native CotCategory: 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. Next: Under The Orchard Tree Previous: The Rose Of Llan Meilen
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