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Wales PoetryUnder The Orchard TreeUnder the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid... 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 Ewe So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles... Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... May And November Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for... The Castles Of Wales Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Banks Of The Dee One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er... The Poor Man's Grave 'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... The Flowers Of Spring beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ... Sad Died The Maiden Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s... The Day Of Judgment was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... |
To The SpringCategory: The Beautiful. Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatter the frost from our border, All nature cries loud for the sunshine and rain, For the howl of the winter is over. Approach gentle spring, and show the white snow Thou cans't melt it by smiles and caresses, Chase far the cold winter away from us now, And cover the fields with white daisies. Oh, come gentle spring, alight on the trees, Renew them with life and deep verdure, Then choristers gay will replenish the breeze With their songs and musical rapture. Oh, come gentle spring, breathe soft on the flowers, And clothe them in raiments of beauty, The rose may reopen its petals in tears, And sunbeams unfold the white lily. Next: To The Nightingale Previous: Song To Arvon
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