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The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

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 ...

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

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

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

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

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

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

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...



The Deluge






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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