Wales PoetryThe Sick Man's DreamDans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... 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... The World And The Sea: A Comparison Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... |
The Vengeance Of Owain {96}Category: The Patriotic. Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and he succeeded his father on his death in 1137. Father and son were illustrious warriors and patriotic rulers. They were also celebrated for their munificent protection of the Welsh Bards. The Saxons had established themselves at the castle of Wyddgrug, now Mold, and thence committed great ravages on the Welsh in that vicinity. Owain collected his forces, and by a sudden and fierce attack he conquered the Saxons in their stronghold, and afterwards razed it with the ground in 1144. This celebrated Prince died in 1162, and was buried at Bangor, where a monument to his memory still remains.] "It may be bowed With woes far heavier than the ponderous tomb That weighed upon her gentle dust, a cloud Might gather o'er her beauty, and a gloom In her dark eye, prophetic of the doom, Heaven gives its favourites--early death." Next: Childe Harold Previous: The Hall Of Cynddylan
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