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

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

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

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

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

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

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

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

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

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...



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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