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Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

The Mountain Galloway
My tried and trusty mountain steed, Of Aberteivi's hardy...

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

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

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

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

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn
he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...



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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