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Wales PoetryThe World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...
The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...
That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...
To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...
The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
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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