Wales Poetry

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

The Faithful Maiden
At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi...

Twenty Third Psalm
My shepherd is the Lord above, Who ne'er will suffer me to...

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

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

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 Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

The Golden Goblet, In Imitation Of Gothe
There was a king in Mon, {62} A true lover to his grave; ...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...

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

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

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

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

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

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

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

Woman

Category: The Sentimental.

Gentle Woman! thou most perfect
Work of the Divine Architect;
Pearl and beauty of creation,
Rose of earth by all confession.

Myriad times thy smiles are sweeter
Than the morning sun doth scatter,
All the loveliness of Nature
Into thee almost doth enter.

The rose's hues and of the lily,
Verdant spring in all its beauty,
Brighter yet among the flowers
Is fair woman in her bowers.

As the water fills the river,
Full of feeling is her temper,
And her love, once it doth settle,
Truer than the steel its mettle.

Full of tenderness her bosom,
Deep affection there doth blossom,
Gentle Woman! who can wonder
After thee man's heart doth wander?

I have seen without emotion
Fields of blood and desolation,
But I never saw the tear
On woman's eye and mine not water.

From her lips a word of soothing
Will disarm all angry feeling,
On her tongue a balm of comfort,
Great its virtue, strong its support.

Pleasant is it for the traveller
On his way to meet with succour,
Sweeter far when at his own home,
To receive fair woman's welcome.

Woman cheerful in a family
Makes the group around so happy,
And her voice filled with affection,
Yields an Eden of communion.

Poor the man that roams creation
Without woman for companion,
Destitute of all protection,
Without her to bless his station.

Gentle Woman! all we covet
Without thee would be but wretched,
Without thy voice to banish sorrow,
Or sweet help from thee to borrow.

Thou art light to cheer our progress,
Star to brighten all our darkness,
For the troubled soul an anchor
On each stormy sea of terror.





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