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Wales PoetryWomanGentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... My Native Cot The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... The Grove Of Broom The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... |
The DawnCategory: The Beautiful. Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light arise, Delightful day--shed by the sun-- Breaks forth from eastern skies, He--in his course o'er oceans vast And distant lands--returns Firm to his purpose, true his way, He nature's tribute earns: Before him messengers arrive And sparkle in the sky, These are the bright and twinkling stars Which spot the sable canopy. The cock upon his lofty perch Has sung the break of day, The birds within the sheltering trees Now frolic, chirp and play; I see all nature is astir As tho' from sleep restor'd, Alive with joy and light renew'd By the Creator's word: Now every hill and valley low Appear in full charm, Beneath the sun's benignant smiles, Which now creation warm. Next: To The Daisy Previous: To May
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