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

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

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

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

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

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

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

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

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

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

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

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

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

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

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

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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