Wales Poetry

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

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 ...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

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 ...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

The Castles Of Wales

Category: The Patriotic.

Ye fortresses grey and gigantic
I see on the hills of my land,
To my mind ye appear terrific,
When I muse on your ruins so grand;
Your walls were a shelter the strongest
From the enemies' countless array,
When they spilt with the blood of the bravest,
Your sides in our ancestors' day.

Around you the war-horse was neighing,
And pranced his rich trappings to feel,
While through you were frightfully gleaming
Bright lances and spears of steel;
The fruits of the rich-laden harvest,
Were ruthlessly trod by the foe,
And the thunder of battle was loudest,
To herald its message of woe.

While viewing your dilapidation,
My memory kindles with joy,
To think that the foes of our nation,
No longer these valleys destroy;
By sowing his fields in the winter,
In hope of a rich harvest-home,
The husbandman now feels no terror
Of war with its havoc to come.

When I look at the sheep as they shelter
In safety beneath your rude walls,
Where erst the dread agents of slaughter
Fell'd thousands, nor heeded their calls;
The hillock where crossed the sharp spears
Now shadows the ewe and its lamb,
While seeing the peace of these years,
My heart is with gratitude warm.

Ye towers that saw the wild ravens,
And the eagles with hunger impell'd,
Exultingly gorge 'mid your ruins.
On corpses of men which they held;
How sweet for you now 'tis to hear
The shepherd, so peaceful and meek,
Tune his reed with a melody clear,
While his flock in you shelter do seek.

Upon your battlements sitting,
To view the bright landscape below,
My heart becomes sad when remembering
That silent in death is the foe,
And the friends who bravely did combat,
And raised your grey towers so steep,
Declaring their life-blood should stagnate,
Ere ever in chains they would weep.

When I think of their purpose so pure,
The tear must fast trickle from me,
Their hearts did Providence allure
To their country, and her did they free;
We now live beneath a meek power,
And feel the full blessings of peace,
While on us abundantly shower,
The mercies of Heaven with increase.





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