Wales PoetryThe Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...
The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...
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 ...
An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...
The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...
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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