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Wales PoetryGlan Geirionydd. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... |
The Holly GroveCategory: The Sentimental. Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed bower! In front of all the forest Thy coral-loaded branches tower. Thou shrine of love, whose depth defies The axe--the tempest of the skies; Whose boughs in winter's frost display The brilliant livery of May! Grove from the precipice suspended, Like pillars of some holy fane; With notes amid thy branches blended, Like the deep organ's solemn strain. * * * * * House of the birds of Paradise, Round fane impervious to the skies; On whose green roof two nights of rain May fiercely beat and beat in vain! I know thy leaves are ever scathless; The hardened steel as soon will blight; When every grove and hill are pathless With frosts of winter's lengthened night, No goat from Hafren's {141} banks I ween, From thee a scanty meal may glean! Though Spring's bleak wind with clamour launches His wrath upon thy iron spray; Armed holly tree! from thy firm branches He will not wrest a tithe away! Chapel of verdure, neatly wove, Above the summit of the grove! Next: The Swan Previous: That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
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