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Concerning The Divine Providence
The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...
My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...
The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
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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