Wales PoetryThe Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...
An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...
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Category: The Sublime.
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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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