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The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

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

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

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...

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 ...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...



Sad Died The Maiden






Category: The Sentimental.

Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew
The anguish she felt in expiring,
The moonbeams were weeping the evening dew
When the life of the Maiden was sinking.

Sad died the Maiden! beside the fast door,
With her head resting low on the flagging,
And the raindrops froze as they fell in store
On a bosom that lately was bleeding.

She died on the sill of her father's dear home,
From which he had forc'd her to wander,
While her clear white hands were trying to roam
In search of the latch and warm shelter.

* * * * *

She died! and her end will for ever reveal
A father devoid of affection,
While her green grave will always testify well
To the strength of love and devotion.





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