Records of Woman, and Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1850 - 270 páginas |
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... Llywarch Hen , 230 The Green Isles of Ocean , 231 Grufydd's Feast , The Cambrian in America , Taliesin's Prophecy , . Prince Madoc's Farewell , Howel's Song , 232 233 234 235 236 PAGE Caswallon's Triumph , 237 Owen Glyndwr's War - Song.
... Llywarch Hen , 230 The Green Isles of Ocean , 231 Grufydd's Feast , The Cambrian in America , Taliesin's Prophecy , . Prince Madoc's Farewell , Howel's Song , 232 233 234 235 236 PAGE Caswallon's Triumph , 237 Owen Glyndwr's War - Song.
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... bird sleeping Rests in its cave ! Think of us when hearts are beaming , Think of us when mead is streaming , Ye , of whom our souls are dreaming On the dark wave ! THE LAMENT OF LLYWARCH HEN [ LLYWARCH HEN , or The Sea-Song of Gafran,
... bird sleeping Rests in its cave ! Think of us when hearts are beaming , Think of us when mead is streaming , Ye , of whom our souls are dreaming On the dark wave ! THE LAMENT OF LLYWARCH HEN [ LLYWARCH HEN , or The Sea-Song of Gafran,
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Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans. THE LAMENT OF LLYWARCH HEN [ LLYWARCH HEN , or Llywarch the Aged , a celebrated bard and chief of the times of Arthur , was Prince of Argoed , supposed to be a part of the present Cumberland ...
Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans. THE LAMENT OF LLYWARCH HEN [ LLYWARCH HEN , or Llywarch the Aged , a celebrated bard and chief of the times of Arthur , was Prince of Argoed , supposed to be a part of the present Cumberland ...
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... Llywarch Hen . PAGE 231 5Four - and - twenty sons to me have been , Wearing the golden chain , and leading princes . " Elegies of Llywarch Hen . NOTES TO WELSH MELODIES 249 The golden chain , as NOTES,
... Llywarch Hen . PAGE 231 5Four - and - twenty sons to me have been , Wearing the golden chain , and leading princes . " Elegies of Llywarch Hen . NOTES TO WELSH MELODIES 249 The golden chain , as NOTES,
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... Llywarch Hen . 7 The " Green Islands of Ocean , " or " Green Spots of the Floods , " called in the Triads " Gwerddonan Llian , " ( respecting which some remarkable superstitions have been preserved in Wales , ) were supposed to be the ...
... Llywarch Hen . 7 The " Green Islands of Ocean , " or " Green Spots of the Floods , " called in the Triads " Gwerddonan Llian , " ( respecting which some remarkable superstitions have been preserved in Wales , ) were supposed to be the ...
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ARABELLA STUART art thou banners bard beauty beneath bird blue bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow CADER IDRIS CASWALLON cheek child cloud crown dark dead death deep dream dwell earth fair FAIR ISLE farewell fear flowers gaze gentle glad glance gleam gloom glory glow GLYNDWR'S gone grave green grief Gwynedd hall harp hath heart heaven hills holy hour hushed JOANNA BAILLIE leaves light Llywarch Hen lone look lyre midst mother mournful murmur night o'er OWAIN CYFEILIOG pale passed planxty poured proud ringdove rose round shadow shining silent singing sleep smile Snowdon soft solemn song soul sound spirit star stood storm stream strong sunny sweet swell sword tears thee thine thou art Thou hast Thou'rt thought tomb tone Twas unto voice wandering warriors wave weep Welsh whisper wild winds woods young
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Página 143 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Página 192 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 135 - We roll In light and power on high ; But, of the never-dying soul, Ask that which cannot die.
Página 164 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 96 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Página 142 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame...
Página 163 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty side by side. They filled one home with glee ; Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Página 164 - ... O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...
Página 134 - And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam ?— " We have found a change, we have found a pall, And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt— Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!
Página 159 - Rome, Rome ! thou art no more As thou hast been ! Rome ! thine imperial brow Never shall rise : What hast thou left thee now ? — Thou hast thy skies ! Blue, deeply blue, they are.