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Wales PoetryTo The SpringOh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... My Native Cot The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... Song To Arvon by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... |
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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