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Wales PoetryThe Faithful MaidenAt the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... Short Is The Life Of Man Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... An Ode On The Death Of Hoel of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... The Withered Leaf Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... The Monarchy Of Britain Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... |
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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