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

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

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

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

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

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

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

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

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 ...

That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...



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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