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The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

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

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

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

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

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

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

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

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

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

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...



The Circling Of The Mead Horns






Category: The Beautiful.

Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn:
Natural is mead in the buffalo horn:
As the cuckoo in spring, as the lark in the morn,
So natural is mead in the buffalo horn.

As the cup of the flower to the bee when he sips,
Is the full cup of mead to the true Briton's lips:
From the flower-cups of summer, on field and on tree,
Our mead cups are filled by the vintager bee.

Seithenyn ap Seithyn, the generous, the bold,
Drinks the wine of the stranger from vessels of gold;
But we from the horn, the blue silver-rimmed horn,
Drink the ale and the mead in our fields that were born.

The ale-froth is white, and the mead sparkles bright;
They both smile apart, and with smiles they unite:
The mead from the flower, and the ale from the corn,
Smile, sparkle, and sing in the buffalo horn.

The horn, the blue horn, cannot stand on its tip;
Its path is right on from the hand to the lip;
Though the bowl and the wine-cup our tables adorn,
More natural the draught from the buffalo horn.

But Seithenyn ap Seithyn, the generous, the bold,
Drinks the bright-flowing wine from the far-gleaming gold,
The wine, in the bowl by his lip that is worn,
Shall be glorious as mead in the buffalo horn.

The horns circle fast, but their fountains will last,
As the stream passes ever, and never is past:
Exhausted so quickly, replenished so soon,
They wax and they wane like the horns of the moon.

Fill high the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn;
Fill high the long silver-rimmed buffalo horn:
While the roof of the hall by our chorus is torn,
Fill, fill to the brim, the deep silver-rimmed horn.





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