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Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

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

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 ...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

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

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

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



The Rose Of The Glen






Category: The Sentimental.

Although I've no money or treasure to give,
No palace or cottage wherein I may live,
Altho' I can't boast of high blood or degree,
Than all these my sweet Rose is dearer to me.

The lambs on the mountain are frisky and gay,
The birds in the forest are restless with play,
The maidens rejoice at the advent of spring,
Yet my fair Rose to me more enjoyment can bring.





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