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Wales PoetryAn Address To The Summerof Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... |
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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