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The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

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

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

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

My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...

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

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

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

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

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

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

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

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

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

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

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

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

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



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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