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Wales PoetryChilde Harold"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... 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 Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... |
Song To ArvonCategory: 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. Next: To The Spring Previous: An Address To The Summer
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