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May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

The Farmer's Prayer
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The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

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

My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...

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

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

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

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

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

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

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

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

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

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

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

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...



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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