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Wales Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

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

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

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

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

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

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

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

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...



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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