Wales PoetryThe Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...
Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...
An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...
The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...
The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...
The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...
My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...
Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...
The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...
Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
To The Nightingale
Category: The Beautiful.
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the year 1797, and
died in 1840, in the parish of Manordeivi, Pembrokeshire, of which he was
Rector. He participated much in the Eisteddfodau of that period, and his
poems gained many of their prizes. He also edited the "Gwladgarwr," or
the Patriot, a monthly magazine, and afterwards the "Cylchgrawn," or
Circle of Grapes, another magazine, under the auspices of the Society for
the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge. The subjects of this poet's
compositions were patriotic, sentimental and religious, and his poems are
characterised by deep pathos, and great sweetness of diction.]
When night o'erspreads each hill and dale
Beneath its darksome wing
Are heard thy sweet and mellow notes
Through the lone midnight ring;
And if a pang within thy breast
Should cause thy heart to bleed,
Thou wilt not hush until the dawn
Shall drive thee from the mead.
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Altho' thy heart beneath the pang
Should falter in its throes
Thou wilt not grieve thy nestlings young,
Thy song thou wilt not close.
When all the chorus of the bush
By night and sleep are still,
Thou then dost chant thy merriest lays,
And heaven with music fill.
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