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Wales Poetry

Taliesin's Prophecy
A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,...

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...

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

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

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

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

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

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

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

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

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

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

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

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

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

The Fairy's Song
"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE. ...

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers 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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