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The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...



The Deluge






Category: The Sublime.

* * * * *

Whether to the east or west
You go, wondrous through all
Are the myriad clouds;
Dense and grim they appear--
Black and fierce the firmament,
Dark and horrid is all.
A ray of light's not seen,
But light'ning white and flashy,
Thunder throughout the heavens,
A torrent from on high.
A thousand cascades roar
Boiling with floods of hate,
Rivers all powerful
With great commotion rush.
The air disturb'd is seen,
While the distant sea's in uproar:
The heaving ocean bounds,
Within its prison wild;
Great thundering throughout
The bottomless abyss.
Some folk, simple and bewilder'd,
For shelter seek the mountains;
Shortly the raging waters
Drown their loftiest summits.
Where shall they go, where flee
From the eternal torrent?
Conscience, a ready witness,
Having been long asleep,
Mute among mortals,
Now awakens with stinging pangs.

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