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Wales PoetryThe Banks Of The DeeOne morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... Concerning The Divine Providence ... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... |
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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