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Wales PoetryThe Mother To Her Child After Its Father's DeathMy gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... The Banks Of The Dee One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... |
Sad Died The MaidenCategory: 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. Next: The World And The Sea: A Comparison Previous: The Withered Leaf
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