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

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

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

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

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

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

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

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

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

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

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

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

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

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

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...



The Swan






Category: The Sentimental.

Thou swan, upon the waters bright,
In lime-hued vest, like abbot white!
Bird of the spray, to whom is giv'n
The raiment of the men of heav'n;
Bird of broad hand, in youth's proud age,
Syvaddon was thy heritage!
Two gifts in thee, fair bird, unite
To glean the fish in yonder lake,
And bending o'er yon hills thy flight
A glance at earth and sea to take.
Oh! 'tis a noble task to ride
The billows countless as the snow;
Thy long fair neck (thou thing of pride!)
Thy hook to catch the fish below;
Thou guardian of the fountain head,
By which Syvaddon's waves are fed!
Above the dingle's rugged streams,
Intensely white thy raiment gleams;
Thy shirt like crystal tissue seems;
Thy doublet, and thy waistcoat bright,
Like thousand lilies meet the sight;
Thy jacket is of the white rose,
Thy gown the woodbine's flow'rs compose, {142}
Thou glory of the birds of air,
Thou bird of heav'n, oh, hear my pray'r!
And visit in her dwelling place
The lady of illustrious race:
Haste on an embassy to her,
My kind white-bosomed messenger--
Upon the waves thy course begin,
And then at Cemaes take to shore;
And there through all the land explore,
For the bright maid of Talyllyn,
The lady fair as the moon's flame,
And call her "Paragon" by name;
The chamber of the beauty seek,
And mount with footsteps slow and meek;
Salute her, and to her reveal
The cares and agonies I feel--
And in return bring to my ear
Message of hope, my heart to cheer!
Oh, may no danger hover near
(Bird of majestic head) thy flight!
Thy service I will well requite!





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