Wales PoetryLlywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...
Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
To The Daisy
Category: 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.
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