Wales PoetryMay And November
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The Battle Of Gwenystrad
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To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
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Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str...
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The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
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Twenty Third Psalm
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The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
The Fairy's Song
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The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman
As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a...
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...
The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...
The World And The Sea: A Comparison
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The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
The Immovable Covenant
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Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...
The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...
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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