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

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

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

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

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

The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

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

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

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 ...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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