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Wales PoetryOde To CambriaCambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... 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 ... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Concerning The Divine Providence ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... |
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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