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My Father-land
Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

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

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

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

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

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

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

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



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.

* * * * *

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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