Wales PoetryFarewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...
My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...
Concerning The Divine Providence
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...
My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...
The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...
To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...
The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...
The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...
The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...
The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...
The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
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 ...
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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