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Wales PoetryOld Morgan And His WifeHus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... |
The Death Of OwainCategory: The Patriotic. Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's van; See the splendid warrior's speed On his fleet and thick-maned steed, As his buckler, beaming wide, Decks the courser's slender side, With his steel of spotless mould, Ermined vest and spurs of gold! Think not, youth, that e'er from me Hate or spleen shall flow to thee; Nobler deeds thy virtues claim, Eulogy and tuneful fame. Ah! much sooner comes thy bier Than thy nuptial feast, I fear; Ere thou mak'st the foe to bleed, Ravens on thy corse shall feed. Owain, lov'd companion, friend, To birds a prey--is this thy end! Tell me, steed, on what sad plain Thy ill-fated lord was slain. Next: Roderic's Lament Previous: An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
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