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Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

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

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

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

Song Of The Foster-son, Love
I got a foster-son, whose name was Love, From one endu...

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

Glan Geirionydd
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

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

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

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

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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