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Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

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

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

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

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

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

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

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

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

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



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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