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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

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

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

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

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

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

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

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

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

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

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

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

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

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

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



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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