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Wales PoetryThe Sick Man's DreamDans 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 MayCategory: 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. Next: The Dawn Previous: The Flowers Of Spring
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