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Wales PoetryThe Farmer's Prayer
poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ...
The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...
By The Rev Rees Prichard, Ma
. One time upon a summer day I saunter'd on the shor...
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...
The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...
The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...
The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...
May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...
From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...
The Flowers Of Spring
beautiful stanzas, from which the following translation ...
To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...
Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...
Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin...
Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...
The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...
Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...
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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