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Wales PoetryOde To Cambria
Cambria, 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 ...
* * * * * 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
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...
. 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...
Category: 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.
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