Wales PoetryThe Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...
Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...
The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...
The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...
The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...
The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...
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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