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Wales PoetryMay And NovemberSweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... 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 ... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Banks Of The Dee One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... |
The SwanCategory: 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! Next: May And November Previous: The Holly Grove
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