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

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

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

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

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

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

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...



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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