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Wales PoetryThe Flowers Of Springbeautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... |
The Rose Of Llan MeilenCategory: The Sentimental. Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever in moments of pleasure we met; You bid me remember no longer a name The muse hath already companioned with fame; And future ap Gwilyms, fresh wreaths who compose, Shall twine with the chaplet of song for the brows Of each fair Morvida, Llan Meilen's sweet Rose. Had the love I had loved been inconstant or gay, Enduring at most but a long summer's day, Growing cold when the splendour of noontide hath set, I might have forgotten that ever we met. But long as Eryri its peak shall expose To the sunshine of summer, or winter's cold snows, My love will endure for Llan Meilen's sweet Rose. Then bid me not, maiden, remember no more A name which affection and love must adore, 'Till affection and love become one with the breath Of life in the silent oblivion of death, Perchance in that hour of the spirit's repose, But not until then, when the dark eyelids close, Can this fond heart forget thee, Llan Meilen's sweet Rose. Next: My Native Cot Previous: Tribanau
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