Wales PoetryDafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...
Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h...
A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...
Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...
The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...
To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...
Twenty Third Psalm
Category: The Religious.
My shepherd is the Lord above,
Who ne'er will suffer me to rove;
In Him I'll trust, he is so good,
He'll never let me want for food.
To pastures green and flow'ry meads,
His happy flock he gently leads,
Where water in abundance flows,
And where luxuriant herbage grows.
When o'er my bounds I chance to roam,
My shepherd finds and brings me home;
And when I wander o'er the plain,
He drives me to the fold again.
Or should I hap to lose my way,
And in death's gloomy valley stray,
I need not ever be dismay'd,
For God himself will be my aid.
In whate'er pasture I abide,
He still is present at my side;
His rod, his crook, his shepherd's staff,
In every path shall keep me safe.
My soul with comfort overflows,
In spite of all my numerous foes;
And thou with richness hast, O Lord!
And plenty crown'd my crowded board.
His precious balms, my God hath shed,
Upon my highly favoured head:
And with the blessings of the Lord,
My larder is completely stor'd.
His bounty and his mercies past,
Shall follow me unto the last;
And, for his favours shown to me,
His house, my home shall ever be.
To God, the Father--and the Son--
And Holy Spirit--Three-in-one,
Let us our bounden homage pay,
Each hour, each moment of the day!
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