Wales Poetry

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

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

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

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

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

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

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

Tribanau
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...

An Ode To The Thunder
his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1...

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

The Eisteddfod,
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...

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

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

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

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

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

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns

Category: The Religious.

Had I but the wings of a dove,
To regions afar I'd repair,
To Nebo's high summit would rove,
And look on a country more fair;
My eyes gazing over the flood,
I'd spend the remainder of life
Beholding the Saviour so good,
Who for sinners expired in strife.

* * * * *

Once I steered through the billows,
On a dark, relentless night,
Stripped of sail--the surge so heinous,
And no refuge within sight.
Strength and skill alike were ended,
Nought, but sinking in the tide,
While amid the gloom appeared
Bethlehem's star to be my guide.

* * * * *

Of all the ancient race,
Not one be left behind,
But each, impell'd by secret grace,
His way to Canaan find.

Rebuilt by His command,
Jerusalem shall rise;
Her temple on Moriah stand
Again, and touch the skies.

Send then thy servants forth,
To call the Hebrews home;
From east and west, and south and north,
Let all the wanderers come.

With Israel's myriads seal'd
Let all the nations meet,
And show the mystery fulfill'd,
The family complete.

* * * * *

Teach me Aaron's thoughtful silence
When corrected by the rod;
Teach me Eli's acquiescence,
Saying, "Do thy will, my God;"
Teach me Job's confiding patience,
Dreading words from pride that flow,
For thou, Lord, alone exaltest,
And thou only layest low.

* * * * *

Who cometh from Edom with might,
Far brighter than day at its dawn?
He routed and conquered his foes,
And trampled the giants alone;
His garments were dyed with their blood,
His sword and his arrows stood strong,
His beauty did fill the whole land,
While travelling in greatness along.

* * * * *

He who darts the winged light'ning,
Walks upon the foaming wave;
Send forth arrows of conviction,
Here exert thy power to save;
Burst the bars of Satan's prison,
Snatch the firebrand from the flame,
Fill the doubting with assurance,
Teach the dumb to sing thy name.

* * * * *

The clouds, O Lord, do scatter,
Between me and thy face;
Reveal to me the glory
Of thy redeeming grace;
Speak thou in words of mercy,
While in distress I call;
And let me taste forgiveness,
Through Christ, my all-in-all.





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