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

My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

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

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

The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

The Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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



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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