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Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

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

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

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

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

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

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

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

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

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

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

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

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

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

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

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

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

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 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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