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Wales PoetryTranslations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...
The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...
To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...
The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...
Concerning The Divine Providence
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...
Song To Arvon
Category: The Beautiful.
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of England, better
known by his bardic name of _Ieuan Glan Geirionydd_. He was born in 1795
at a freehold of his father, situate on the banks of the river
Geirionydd, in Carnarvonshire, and died in 1855. He composed a great
number of poems on different subjects, religious and patriotic, several
of which obtained prizes at Eisteddfodau, and one on the Resurrection
gained the chair or principal prize. This poet's compositions are
distinguished by great elegance, sweetness and pathos, and are much
esteemed in the Principality. Several of them have been set to music.]
Where doth the cuckoo early sing,
In woodland, dell and valley?
Where streamlets deep o'er rocky cliffs
Form cataracts so lofty?
On Snowdon's summits high,
In Arvon's pleasant county.
Flocks of thousand sheep are fed
Upon its mountains rugged,
Her pastures green and meadows fair
With cattle-herds are studded,
Deep are the lakes in Arvon's vales
Where fish in shoals are landed.
The shepherd's soft and mellow voice
Is heard upon her mountain,
Where oft he hums his rustic song
To his beloved maiden,
Resounding through the gorges deep
With bleat of sheep and oxen.
On Arvon's rock-bound shore doth break
The surge in fretful murmur,
And oft when stirr'd by tempest high
The ocean speaks in thunder,
Spreading through town and village wide
Dismay, despair and fear.
* * * * *
The sun is glorious when it breaks
The gloom of morning darkness,
Sweet are the leaves and flowers of May
Succeeding winter's baldness,
Yet fairer than the whole to me
Are Arvon's maids so guile-less.
If to the sick there is delight
To heal of his affliction,
If to the traveller's weary sight
Sweet is the destination,
Than all these sweeter far to me
The hills and dales of Arvon.
Had I the wings and speed of morn
To skim o'er mount and valley,
I'd hie o'er earth and sea direct
To Arvon's genial country,
And there in peace would end my days,
Far from deceit and envy.
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