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Wales PoetrySnowdonKing of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma ... 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... The Shipwreck a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet.... Glan Geirionydd . One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... Under The Orchard Tree Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Fairy's Song "Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ... The Grove Of Broom The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... Concerning The Divine Providence ... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... |
To The LarkCategory: The Beautiful. "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the spring! How sweetly, nobly wild thy flight, Thy boundless journeying: Far from thy brethren of the woods, alone A hermit chorister before God's throne! "Oh! wilt thou climb yon heav'ns for me, Yon rampart's starry height, Thou interlude of melody 'Twixt darkness and the light, And seek, with heav'n's first dawn upon thy crest, My lady love, the moonbeam of the west? "No woodland caroller art thou; Far from the archer's eye, Thy course is o'er the mountain's brow, Thy music in the sky: Then fearless float thy path of cloud along, Thou earthly denizen of angel song." Next: Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Previous: Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
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