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Wales PoetryAn Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
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 Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...
The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...
To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...
The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...
Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...
The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
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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