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Wales PoetryThe Monarchy Of BritainSons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h... My Native Land My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... The Lament Op Llywarch Hen The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ... 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 Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a... Woman Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... 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 ... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... To The Daisy Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Holly Grove Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ... Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa... |
To The NightingaleCategory: 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. Next: The Flowers Of Spring Previous: To The Spring
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