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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... once more a MAN . V. Where still the bardic song remains , I strove to combat baneful strife A Druid , on Silurian plains , I walk'd the thorny roads of life ; How often there had Envy's dart Pierced , sorely pierced , my slander'd ...
... once more a MAN . V. Where still the bardic song remains , I strove to combat baneful strife A Druid , on Silurian plains , I walk'd the thorny roads of life ; How often there had Envy's dart Pierced , sorely pierced , my slander'd ...
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... once girt by ruddy spears , And the rock altars of departed years ! Thence , deeply mingling with the torrent's roar , The winds a thousand wild responses bore , And the green Land , whose every vale and glen Doth shrine the memory of ...
... once girt by ruddy spears , And the rock altars of departed years ! Thence , deeply mingling with the torrent's roar , The winds a thousand wild responses bore , And the green Land , whose every vale and glen Doth shrine the memory of ...
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... once . ese ragged rocks brings plainest people foorth , mountayne wyld , the hardest horse is bred ; ough grasse thereon be grosse and little worth , weet is the foode , where hunger so is fed . rootes and hearbes our fathers long did ...
... once . ese ragged rocks brings plainest people foorth , mountayne wyld , the hardest horse is bred ; ough grasse thereon be grosse and little worth , weet is the foode , where hunger so is fed . rootes and hearbes our fathers long did ...
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... once there undone ? When Saxons and their foreign band ere crush'd by the sons of the Mountain Land . Nor less illustrious , facing us , Yon hill , where fought Caractacus , Inspired by his nation's wrong , Opposing Cæsar's legions ...
... once there undone ? When Saxons and their foreign band ere crush'd by the sons of the Mountain Land . Nor less illustrious , facing us , Yon hill , where fought Caractacus , Inspired by his nation's wrong , Opposing Cæsar's legions ...
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... once more To view the lonely hut among the hills . Hath it been long your dwelling ? " " Some few year Here we have dwelt , " quoth she , " my child and I , Will it please you enter , and partake such fare As we can give ? " still ...
... once more To view the lonely hut among the hills . Hath it been long your dwelling ? " " Some few year Here we have dwelt , " quoth she , " my child and I , Will it please you enter , and partake such fare As we can give ? " still ...
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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...