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Wales PoetryThe Lord Of ClasThe Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... 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 ... Song To Arvon by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... |
The Song Of The Fisherman's WifeCategory: 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! Next: The Withered Leaf Previous: The Ewe
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