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Wales PoetryDafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... 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 ... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... |
The Rose Of The GlenCategory: 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. Next: The Mountain Galloway Previous: The Lord Of Clas
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