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Wales PoetryTranslations From Miscellaneous Welsh HymnsHad I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ... 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 Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... |
The Bard's Long-tried Affection For MorfyddCategory: The Sentimental. All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden mien!" I have loved beyond belief, Many a day to love and grief For her sake have been a prey, Who has on the moon's array! Pledged my truth from youth will now To the girl of glossy brow. Oh, the light her features wear, Like the tortured torrent's glare! Oft by love bewildered quite, Have my aching feet all night Stag-like tracked the forest shade For the foam-complexioned maid, Whom with passion firm and gay I adored 'mid leaves of May! 'Mid a thousand I could tell One elastic footstep well! I could speak to one sweet maid-- (Graceful figure!)--by her shade. I could recognize till death, One sweet maiden by her breath! From the nightingale could learn Where she tarries to discern; There his noblest music swells Through the portals of the dells! When I am from her away, I have neither laugh nor lay! Neither soul nor sense is left, I am half of mind bereft; When she comes, with grief I part, And am altogether heart! Songs inspired, like flowing wine, Rush into this mind of mine; Sense enough again comes back To direct me in my track! Not one hour shall I be gay, Whilst my Morfydd is away! Next: The Grove Of Broom Previous: The Poor Man's Grave
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