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Wales PoetryMay And NovemberSweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... Concerning The Divine Providence ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... |
The Lily And The RoseCategory: The Beautiful. Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the hill, One a lily fair and handsome, And one a rose with crimson frill; Erect the rose would lift its pennon And survey the garden round, While the lily--lovely minion! Meekly rested on a mound. Tempest came and blew the garden, Forthwith the rose fell to the ground, While the lily, like brave maiden, Steadfast stood the stormy bound; The red rose trusting to its prowess Fell beneath the wind and rain, While the lily in its meekness Firm did on its stalk remain. Next: The Circling Of The Mead Horns Previous: To The Daisy
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