Wales PoetryChilde Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...
An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...
The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
The Lord Of Clas
Category: The Sentimental.
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone,
Over plain and sedgy moor;
The glare of his bridle bit has shone
On the heights of wild Benmore.
Why does he stay away from hound?
Nor urge the fervid chase?
Where is the shrill blast of his bugle sound?
And the bloom of his radiant face?
The Lord of Clas has found other game
Than the buck and timid roe;
His heart is warm'd by other flame,
His eyes with love-light glow.
On the mountain side a damsel he met
Collecting flowers wild;
Her eyes like diamonds were set,
And modest as a child.
Fair was her face, and lovely to see
Her form of slender mould,
Her dark hair waved in tresses free
On shoulders arch and bold.
The Lord of Clas did blush and sigh
When the lovely maid he saw;
He stoutly tried to pass her by;
His bridle rein did draw.
But his heart quick flutter'd in his breast,
The rein fell from his hand,
In accents weak the maid address'd,
While trembling did he stand.
"Fair lady, may I ask your name?
And what your purpose here?
From what bright homestead far you came?
And is your guardian near?"
Answer'd the maid with haughty mien,
That show'd her high estate:
"I know not, sir, why you should glean
Such knowledge as you prate.
I ask'd not your name, or whence you came?
Nor on you deign'd a look;
Wherefore should you my wrath inflame,
By taking me to book?"
The chieftain high was now subdu'd,
And lower'd was his crest;
With deep humility imbued
The maid he thus address'd:
"My lady fair, your beauteous mien
My heart has deep impress'd;
Altho' I hear the chase so keen,
My thoughts with you do rest.
I did essay to pass your charms,
And spurr'd my steed to flight,
But your dazzling beauty numb'd my arms,
And chain'd me to your sight.
If I may humbly crave your love,
I'll tell you my degree:
I am the Lord of yonder grove
And of this mountain free.
These broad lands will your dowry be,
If you my suit receive,
And ye shall urge the chase with me
From morn to winter eve."
The maid's reply was firm, yet bland,
And in a calmer mood:
"I thank you, sir, for your offer'd hand,
With dowry large and good.
I thank you for all your praises fair,
And for your gallant grace;
Had we but met an earlier year
I might be Lady Clas.
Behold this ring on my finger worn--
A token of plighted love;
Lo, he who plac'd it there this morn
Sits on yon cairn above."
The chieftain look'd to the lonely cairn
And saw the Knight of Lleyn!
Like mountain deer he flew o'er the sarn,
And there no more was seen!
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