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The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

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

Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

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

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

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

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

The Hall Of Cynddylan

Category: 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!


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."

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