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

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

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

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

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

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

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

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

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

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

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

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

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

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

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



To May






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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