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Wales PoetryRoderic's LamentFarewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... |
The Banks Of The DeeCategory: The Sentimental. One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er Dee's pleasant tide with a ripple and swell, A shepherdess tended her flock that was feeding Upon the green meadows that lay in the dell, Her blue eye she raised, and she looked all around her, As if she'd fain see some one far on the lea, And spite of its brightness, I saw the salt tear For one who was far from the banks of the Dee. The maiden I thought was preparing to solace Her stay with a song amid the fair scene, Nor long was I left in suspense of her object, Before she broke forth with a melody clean; The tears she would wipe away with her napkin, While often a sigh would escape from her breast, And as she sent forth the notes of her mourning, I could find that to love the lay was address'd: "Four summers have pass'd since I lost my sweet William, And from this fair valley he mournful did go; Four autumns have shower'd their leaves on the meadows Since he on these eyelids a smile did bestow; Four winters have sped with their snowflakes and tempest Since he by my side did sing a light glee; But many more springs will be sown for the harvest Ere William revisit the banks of the Dee." Next: Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn Previous: Under The Orchard Tree
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