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The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...

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

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

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

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

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

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

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

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

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

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

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

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

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

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...



Short Is The Life Of Man






Category: The Religious.

Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies,
Or, like a tender flow'ret, droops and dies,
Or, like a race, it ends without delay,
Or, like a vapour, vanishes away,

Or, like a candle, in each moment wastes,
Or, like a packet under sail, it hastes,
Or, like a courier, travels very fast,
Or, like the shadow of a cloud, 'tis past.

Strong is our foe, but very weak the fort,
Our death is certain, and our time is short;
But as the hour of death's a secret still,
Let us be ready, come He when he will.





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