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Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

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

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

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

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

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

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

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

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

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

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

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

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

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

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

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

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



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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