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Wales PoetryAn Address To The Summerof Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... Song Of The Foster-son, Love I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... Twenty Third Psalm My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... |
To The DaisyCategory: The Beautiful. Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest, Some great delight possesses me When thy soft crystal bud I see. Thou art the first of the year To break the bonds of winter, And for thy gallant enterprise I'll welcome thee and sing thy praise. And hast thou no misgiving? Or fear of tempests howling To issue from the hardy sod Before thy sisters break their pod? Behind thee millions lie And hide their faces shy, Lest winter's cold continue, Or tempests charged with mildew. Inform thy sisters coy The spring's without alloy, Tell them there is no snow Or icy wind to blow. Tell them the cattle meek Will joy their heads to seek, The lamb delighted be To see them on the lea. Speed therefore all ye flowers That gleam upon the pastures, Ye white and yellow come And make the field your smiling home. A thousand times more comely Your cheerful features lively, Than all the gems that shine In royal crown of princely line. How pleasant then to roam Through field and forest home, And listen to the song Of birds that carol long. Next: The Lily And The Rose Previous: The Dawn
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