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Wales PoetryThe Mountain GallowayMy tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... The Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... Short 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... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... Concerning The Divine Providence ... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... |
The Cuckoo's TaleCategory: The Sentimental. Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the tidings of summer thy bright pinions roam-- The summer that thickens with foliage the glade, And lures to the woodland the poet and maid. Sweet as "sack," gentle bird, is thy beautiful voice, In thy accents the lover must ever rejoice: Oh! tell me at once, in thy musical lay, Where tarries the girl whose behest I obey. "Poor bard," said the cuckoo, "what anguish and pain Hast thou stored for thyself, all thy cares are in vain, All hopes of the maid thou awaitest resign, She has wedded another, and ne'er can be thine." "For the tale thou hast told"--to the cuckoo I cried, "For thus singing to me of my beautiful bride These strains of thy malice--may winter appear And dim the sun's light--stay the summer's career; With frost all the leaves of the forest boughs fill, And wither the woods with his desolate chill, And with cold in the midst of thy own forest spray, Take thy life and thy song, foolish cuckoo, away!" Next: Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival Previous: May And November
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