Wales Poetry
The Holly GroveSweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...
An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...
The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...
That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...
The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...
The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...
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 Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
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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