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

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

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

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

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

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

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

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

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

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

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

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

My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

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

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

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

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

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

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

The Withered Leaf

Category: The Sentimental.

Dry the leaf above the stubble,
Soon 'twill fall into the bramble,
But the mind receives a lesson
From the leaf when it has fallen.

Once it flourished in deep verdure,
Bright its aspect in the arbour,
Beside myriad of companions,
Once it danc'd in gay rotations.

Now its bloom is gone for ever,
'Neath the morning dew doth totter,
Sun or moon, or breezes balmy
Can't restore its verdant beauty.

* * * * *

Short its glory! soon it faded,
One day's joy, and then it ended;
Heaven declared its task was over,
It then fell, and that for ever.

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