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

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

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

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

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...



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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