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The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

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

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

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

The Shipwreck
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....

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

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

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

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...



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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