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Wales PoetryTranslations From Miscellaneous Welsh HymnsHad I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... 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... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... My Native Cot The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... |
That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In MontgomeryshireCategory: The Sentimental. Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless mind--long hast thou been A wand'rer from thy native rocks; With canopy of tissue green, And stem that 'mid the sylvan scene A sceptre of the forest stood-- Thou art a traitress to the wood! How oft, in May's short nights of old, To my love-messenger and me Thou didst a couch of leaves unfold! Thou wert a house of melody,-- Proud music soared from every bough; Ah! those who loved thee sorrow now! Thy living branches teemed and rang With every song the woodlands know, And every woodland flow'ret sprang To life--thy spreading tent below. Proud guardian of the public way, Such wert thou, while thou didst obey The counsel of my beauteous bride-- And in thy native grove reside! But now thy stem is mute and dark, No more by lady's reverence cheered; Rent from its trunk, torn from its park, The luckless tree again is reared-- (Small sign of honour or of grace!) To mark the parish market-place! Long as St. Idloes' town shall be A patroness of poesy-- Long as its hospitality The bard shall freely entertain, My birch! thy lofty stature shall remain! Next: The Holly Grove Previous: The Grove Of Broom
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