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Wales PoetryThe Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...
The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...
Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...
The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...
My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...
The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
Category: The Beautiful.
the following and several other poems in this collection. He was a
native of Cardiganshire, and, following the example of his countrymen, he
assumed the bardic name of _Daniel Ddu_. He was born in 1792, and died
in 1846. His compositions were very miscellaneous, and appeared
separately, but the whole were afterwards published in one volume by Mr.
W. Rees, of Llandovery, in 1831. This poet's writings are distinguished
by great pathos, and a truthful description of nature.]
How fair and fragrant art thou, May!
Replete with leaf and verdure,
How sweet the blossom of the thorn
Which so enriches nature,
The bird now sings upon the bush,
Or soars through fields of azure.
The earth absorbs the genial rays
Which vivify the summer,
The busy bee hums on his way
Exhausting every flower,
Returning to its earthen nest
Laden with honied treasure.
How cheerful are the signs of May,
The lily sweet and briar,
Perfuming every shady way
Beside the warbling river;
And thou, gay cuckoo! hast returned
To usher in the summer.
How pleasant is the cuckoo's song
Which floats along the meadow,
How rich the sight of woodland green,
And pastures white and yellow,
The lark now soars into the heights
And pours her notes so mellow.
To welcome May, let thousands hie
At the sweet dawn of morning,
The winter cold has left the sky,
The sun is mildly beaming,
The dew bright sparkles on the grass,
All nature is rejoicing.
Let May be crown'd the best of months
Of all the passing year,
Let her be deck'd with floral wreaths,
And fed with juice and nectar,
Let old and young forsake the town
And shout a welcome to her.
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