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The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

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

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

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

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

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

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

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...



The Monarchy Of Britain






Category: The Patriotic.

Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time,
Ere spoilers had breath'd the free air of your clime!
All that its eagles beheld in their flight
Was yours from the deep to each storm-mantled height!
Though from your race that proud birthright be torn,
Unquench'd is the spirit for monarchy born.
Darkly though clouds may hang o'er us awhile,
The crown shall not pass from the Beautiful Isle! {88}
Ages may roll ere your children regain
The land for which heroes have perish'd in vain.
Yet in the sound of your names shall be pow'r,
Around her still gath'ring, till glory's full hour.
Strong in the fame of the mighty that sleep,
Your Britain shall sit on the throne of the deep.
Then shall their spirits rejoice in her smile,
Who died for the crown of the Beautiful Isle!





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