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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

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

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

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

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...



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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