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To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

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

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

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

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

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

Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...

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...

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

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

To The Lark

Category: 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."

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