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

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

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

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

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

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

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

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

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

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

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

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



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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