The Cambrian Wreath: A Selection of English Poems on Welsh Subjects, Original and Translated from the Cambro-British, Historic and Legendary, Including Welsh Melodieseditor, 1828 - 200 sider |
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... Brave patriot souls in righteous battle slain ; Securely now the tuneful task renew , And noblest themes in deathless songs pursue . The Druids now , while arms are heard no more , Old mysteries , and barb'rous rites restore ; A tribe ...
... Brave patriot souls in righteous battle slain ; Securely now the tuneful task renew , And noblest themes in deathless songs pursue . The Druids now , while arms are heard no more , Old mysteries , and barb'rous rites restore ; A tribe ...
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... brave and the virtuous fall ? is ordain'd - and no mortal the frail hope can cherish , That Fate her eternal decrees shall recal . st for her decrees , oh thou chieftain illustrious ! No treacherous foe would have compass'd thy fall ; d ...
... brave and the virtuous fall ? is ordain'd - and no mortal the frail hope can cherish , That Fate her eternal decrees shall recal . st for her decrees , oh thou chieftain illustrious ! No treacherous foe would have compass'd thy fall ; d ...
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... brave and patriotic bearing in heading a revolt , and leading her countrymen to battle against the Romans , she is held up to admira- tion ; for her unmerited degradation , when scourged by the Roman lictors , on her capture , her worth ...
... brave and patriotic bearing in heading a revolt , and leading her countrymen to battle against the Romans , she is held up to admira- tion ; for her unmerited degradation , when scourged by the Roman lictors , on her capture , her worth ...
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... Brave Caradoc , applauded by thy foes , What shall thy friends , thy grateful Britons say ? What columns , and what altars rear of fame ? Thrice told five hundred courses of the sun , Thy age is green , thy laurels freshly bloom . THE ...
... Brave Caradoc , applauded by thy foes , What shall thy friends , thy grateful Britons say ? What columns , and what altars rear of fame ? Thrice told five hundred courses of the sun , Thy age is green , thy laurels freshly bloom . THE ...
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... brave , Not by the mountain - llyn , * the ocean wave , In these late days we meet : -dark Mona's shore , Eryri's + cliffs resound with harps no more . But , as the stream ( though time or art may turn The current bursting from its ...
... brave , Not by the mountain - llyn , * the ocean wave , In these late days we meet : -dark Mona's shore , Eryri's + cliffs resound with harps no more . But , as the stream ( though time or art may turn The current bursting from its ...
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The Cambrian Wreath: A Selection of English Poems on Welsh Subjects ... Thomas Jeffrey Llewelyn Prichard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1828 |
The Cambrian Wreath: A Selection of English Poems on Welsh Subjects ... Thomas Jeffrey Llewelyn Prichard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
The Cambrian Wreath: A Selection of English Poems on Welsh Subjects ... Thomas Jeffrey Llewelyn Prichard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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ancient arms bard bard's battle battle's beauty behold beneath blood bosom brave breast breath bright Britons brow Cambrian Caradoc chief CHIRK CASTLE Cymru CYNDDYLAN Cyric dark dear death deeds deep doth Dovaston dread Druid dwelling ELIDURUS Elphin fame fire foes gallant Gelart glory Glyndwr's Gododin gore grace Griffith Gwyddno hail hand Harp of Wales hath heart heaven hero hills hyd y Iolo Morganwg isle king king Arthur Llewelyn Llywarch lyre Madoc maid mantle mead melody Merionethshire mighty minstrel Mona's Mountain Land mourn native ne'er night noble North Wales numbers o'er Owen Owen Tudor pass'd Pharsalia plain poem praise pride prince proud race rapture rocks round rush'd S. R. Jackson Saxon shade shield sing smile song sons soul sound spear steed strain stream sung sweet sword Taliesin thee thine thou tongue Urien vale warriors wave Welsh wild youth
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Side 18 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Side 18 - Tramples on a thousand states ; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground — Hark ! the Gaul is at her gates ! Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name ; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. Then...
Side 42 - Twas only at Llewellyn's board the faithful Gelert fed ; he watched, he served, he cheered his lord, and sentinel'd his bed. In sooth, he was a peerless hound, the gift of royal John ; but now no Gelert could be found, and all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, all Snowdon's craggy chaos yells with many mingled cries.
Side 19 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. ' Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Side 42 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!
Side 44 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear : His gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewelyn's heir.
Side 19 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow ; Rushed to battle, fought and died ; Dying hurled them at the foe.
Side 44 - And there he hung his horn and spear, And there, as evening fell, In fancy's ear he oft would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell. And, till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, And cease the storm to brave, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of
Side 18 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Side 42 - Twas only at Llewelyn's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentinelled his bed. In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John ; But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as...