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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...
. 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. ...
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...
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
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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