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Wales PoetryTranslated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...
The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...
The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...
To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...
The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...
An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...
The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...
Concerning The Divine Providence
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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