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Wales PoetryFarewell To WalesThe voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... |
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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