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Wales PoetryThe DawnStreaking 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 DelugeCategory: 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. * * * * * Next: The Shipwreck Previous: An Ode To The Thunder
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