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Wales PoetryMy Native LandMy soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... The Banks Of The Dee One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... |
The Poor Man's GraveCategory: The Sentimental. 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound its verdant head, As if to receive the riches Which the dew of heaven doth spread; Many a foot doth inconsiderate Tread upon the humble pile, And doth crush the turf so ornate:-- That's the Poor Man's Grave the while. The paid servants of the Union Followed mute his last remains, Piling the earth in fast confusion, Without sigh, or tear or pains; After anguish and privation, Here at last his troubles cease, Quiet refuge from oppression Is the Poor Man's Grave of peace. The tombstone rude with two initials, Carved upon its smoother side, By a helpmate of his trials, Is now split and sunder'd wide; And when comes the Easter Sunday, There is neither friend nor kin To bestow green leaves or nosegay On the Poor Man's Grave within. Nor doth the muse above his ashes Sing a dirge or mourn his end, And ere long time's wasting gashes Will the mound in furrows rend: Level with the earth all traces, Hide him in oblivion deep; Yet, for this, God's angel watches, O'er the Poor Man's Grave doth weep. Next: The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd Previous: The World And The Sea: A Comparison
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