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Wales PoetryThe Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...
An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...
To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...
The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...
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 ...
Concerning The Divine Providence
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...
The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...
Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...
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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