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The Holly Grove
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The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
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The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
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Under The Orchard Tree
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My Native Land
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The Lily And The Rose
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Concerning The Divine Providence
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To The Nightingale
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The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

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

Walter Sele
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Sad Died The Maiden
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Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
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The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

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

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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



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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