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Wales PoetryMay And NovemberSweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... |
The Hall Of CynddylanCategory: The Patriotic. The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for the grave has extinguished its light; The beam of its lamp from the summit is o'er, The blaze of its hearth shall give welcome no more! The Hall of Cynddylan is voiceless and still, The sound of its harpings hath died on the hill! Be silent for ever, thou desolate scene, Nor let e'en an echo recall what hath been! The Hall of Cynddylan is lonely and bare, No banquet, no guest, not a footstep is there! Oh! where are the warriors who circled its board?-- The grass will soon wave where the mead-cup was pour'd. The Hall of Cynddylan is loveless to-night, Since he is departed whose smile made it bright: I mourn, but the sigh of my soul shall be brief, The pathway is short to the grave of my chief! THE GRAVE OF KING ARTHUR. {94a} I called on the sun, in his noonday height, By the power and spell a wizard gave: Hast thou not found, with thy searching light, The island monarch's grave? "I smile on many a lordly tomb, Where Death is mock'd by trophies fair; I pierce the dim aisle's hallow'd gloom; King Arthur sleeps not there." I watched for the night's most lovely star, And, by that spell, I bade her say, If she had been, in her wand'rings far, Where the slain of Gamlan lay. {94b} "Well do I love to shine upon The lonely cairn on the dark hill's side, And I weep at night o'er the brave ones gone, But not o'er Britain's pride." I bent o'er the river, winding slow Through tangled brake and rocky bed: Say, do thy waters mourning flow Beside the mighty dead? The river spake through the stilly hour, In a voice like the deep wood's evening sigh: "I am wand'ring on, 'mid shine and shower, But that grave I pass not by." I bade the winds their swift course hold, As they swept in their strength the mountain's bre'st: Ye have waved the dragon banner's fold, Where does its chieftain rest? There came from the winds a murmured note, "Not ours that mystery of the world; But the dragon banner yet shall float On the mountain breeze unfurl'd." Answer me then, thou ocean deep, Insatiate gulf of things gone by, In thy green halls does the hero sleep? And the wild waves made reply: "He sleeps not in our sounding cells, Our coral beds with jewels pearl'd; Not in our treasure depths it dwells, That mystery of the world. "Long must the island monarch roam, The noble heart and the mighty hand; But we shall bear him proudly home To his father's mountain land." Next: The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Previous: The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
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