Wales PoetryThe Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...
Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...
Sad Died The Maiden
Sad died the Maiden! and heaven only knew The anguish s...
Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...
The Hall Of Cynddylan
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
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...
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...
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,...
Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...
Translations From Miscellaneous Welsh Hymns
Had I but the wings of a dove, To regions afar I'd repa...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
My Native Cot
The white cot where I spent my youth Is on yon lofty mo...
The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...
The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...
a Welsh Congregationalist Minister, and an eminent poet....
My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...
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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