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Wales PoetryChilde Harold"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... Translated By The Rev William Evans God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... Song To Arvon by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Dawn Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... Farewell To Wales The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Lily And The Rose Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... |
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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