Wales Poetry

Snowdon
King of the mighty hills! thy crown of snow Thou reares...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

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

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

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

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

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

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

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

Concerning The Divine Providence
...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

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

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

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

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

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

The Sick Man's Dream
Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste...

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

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

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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