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

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

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

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

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

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

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

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

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

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

Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

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



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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