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The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

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

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...

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,...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

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

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...



The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife






Category: The Sentimental.

Restless wave! be still and quiet,
Do not heed the wind and freshet,
Nature wide is now fast sleeping,
Why art thou so live and stirring?
All commotion now is ending,
Why not thou thy constant rolling?

Rest thou sea! upon thy bosom
Is one from whom my thoughts are seldom,
Not his lot it is to idle,
But to work while he is able;
Be kind to him, ocean billow!
Sleep upon thy sandy pillow!

Wherefore should'st thou still be swelling?
Why not cease thy restless heaving?
There's no wind to stir the bushes,
And all still the mountain breezes:
Be thou calm until the morning
When he'll shelter in the offing.

* * * * *

Deaf art thou to my entreaty,
Ocean vast! and without mercy.
I will turn to Him who rules thee,
And can still thy fiercest eddy:
Take Thou him to Thy protection
Keep him from the wave's destruction!





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