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Wales PoetryThe Hall Of CynddylanThe Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... To May the following and several other poems in this collection. ... The Rose Of Llan Meilen Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i... To The Spring Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte... Roderic's Lament Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... The Mountain Galloway My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy... Snowdon King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares... Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire, Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... Ode To Cambria Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... My Native Cot The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo... 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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