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The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

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

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

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

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...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

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

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

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

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

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

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

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

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

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

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

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

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



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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