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The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

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

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

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

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

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

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

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

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

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...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...



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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