Wales PoetryThe Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...
The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...
The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...
The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
Concerning The Divine Providence
Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...
The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Category: 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.
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