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Wales PoetryShort Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...
The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...
Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
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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