Poems. 2 vols. [in 1.].1804 |
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... song , O guard his helpless group from every harm . Protect them , Dryad Fair , or dread the day , When angry Pan shall lay aside his flute ; Forbid the dance that bids your hours be gay , And every throat that cheers the grove be mute ...
... song , O guard his helpless group from every harm . Protect them , Dryad Fair , or dread the day , When angry Pan shall lay aside his flute ; Forbid the dance that bids your hours be gay , And every throat that cheers the grove be mute ...
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... songs ; and Drayton addressing himself to Cambria , in his Poly - olbion , says , Fill me a bowl of Meath , my working spirit to raise , And ere seven Bookes have end , I'le strike so high a string , Thy Bards shall stand amaz'd with ...
... songs ; and Drayton addressing himself to Cambria , in his Poly - olbion , says , Fill me a bowl of Meath , my working spirit to raise , And ere seven Bookes have end , I'le strike so high a string , Thy Bards shall stand amaz'd with ...
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... song , Yet , thou canst quit awhile the leafy glen , Thy thoughts of solitude's still charms divest , To wander , playful , thro ' the haunts of men , And revel in the busy , blameless , breast ! Where'er thou art , associate of the ...
... song , Yet , thou canst quit awhile the leafy glen , Thy thoughts of solitude's still charms divest , To wander , playful , thro ' the haunts of men , And revel in the busy , blameless , breast ! Where'er thou art , associate of the ...
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... song ; It flows , like Avon's * dulcet stream , When brave Cadwallon fill'd the theme . At length the fell , vindictive foe , Has laid Dinorwig's + lion low ; And now with haughty crest relates , His happier , and our adverse fates ...
... song ; It flows , like Avon's * dulcet stream , When brave Cadwallon fill'd the theme . At length the fell , vindictive foe , Has laid Dinorwig's + lion low ; And now with haughty crest relates , His happier , and our adverse fates ...
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... songs of triumph reach'd the sky , * Bryn Euryn , is in the parish of Llandrillo , near Conway , and of thirteen residences in the possession of Edny ved Vychan , in North Wales , this is said to be the favorite , and to have been 65 ...
... songs of triumph reach'd the sky , * Bryn Euryn , is in the parish of Llandrillo , near Conway , and of thirteen residences in the possession of Edny ved Vychan , in North Wales , this is said to be the favorite , and to have been 65 ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient Anglesey ap Gryffydd ap Gwilim Arvon Bamborough Castle Bard Baron of Halton battle Beaumaris Beaumaris Bay behold beneficent Birch birds bless blest brave breast Britain British Britons brother Cadwallon called Cambrian Capel Curig Carnarvonshire Castle Chester chief cliffs Conway Country crowd Davydd dear descendants Dwynwen Earl Ednyved Edward Einion Evan Fair Fame father fell fill'd flocks Griffith groves Gwynedd hallow'd happier Harlech hear heart Heaven Henry Hirlas hope Isle Kate King lives Llangoed Lord Maelgwyn Meirion Meirionydd Menai Merionethshire Morvydd Muse nations native North Wales o'er Owen Owen's parish patriot Penrhyn Poem Porthaethwy Powis pride Prince residence Reynallt Rhûn Rhys ap rolls Saxon scarecrow shield shore Snowdon song SONNET sons soul strain Taliesin thee thine thou towers Twas Virtue voice Vychan vydd William William ap Thomas wings youth
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Página 118 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Página 164 - The first of nations — BOASTS YOUR NAME! BRITONS hear, that name's a host, And forms a bulwark round your coast : And Fame shall tell, in records fair, You're worthy of the name you bear ! The foe that racks a suffering world, At you the bolt of war has hurl'd ; And dares in language loud and high Your warriors to the field defy...
Página 172 - Arms, was that which symbolically recorded t'he actions of those to whom their coui.try was indebted for safety in the hour of danger : whose names it is honourable to recollect, and whose exploits it is glorious to emulate. Of those of Gwyerd ap...
Página 25 - The suggestions of intellect and the salutary precautions of prudence are easily discernible under this fiction : a safety from fire in the neatness of the hearth, — a provision for its extinction in the replenished pails, — and a motive to perseverance and industry in the expected boon.
Página 166 - Sons of Snowdon, yours the meed, Like Britons live, like Britons bleed ; Your country, parents, children save, Or fill one great and glorious grave.
Página 170 - Meredydd, of Hiraethog, a man of great personal strength and prowess, whose tomb is still shewn at Hosputty Evan, in Denbighshire. The red dragon was borne as a supporter to the royal arms, from the accession of the Tudors to that of the Stuarts, when it gave place to tlie unicorn, previously giving rise to a department in the herald college, called rouge dragon.
Página 177 - Mcirion loves to dwell. And though thy rough aspiring rocks Stern Winter wraps in snow, And drives awhile thy fleecy flocks To seek the vales below ; Yet here, the Cuckoo's earliest voice, Delights to bid thy swains rejoice.
Página 163 - Lost your bvim paternal plains, Florid fields, and wide domains ; Fair Cambria saw with beckoning eyes, • And bade ERYRI'S (4) ramparts rise. Here amid her cliffs of snow, Ages saw you brave the foe ; *• Till Concord came, with- efforts blest, And sooth'd Contention's roar to rest! United now to .Britain's throne, Your Sires (5) return, resume their ownj Chiefs of your country's antient days, Britannia's wider sceptre sways!
Página 161 - Forrn'd the isle it loves and laves! Lords of realms-, as yet unknown, A blest creation all your own ; A region yet by blood unstain'd, Where Peace unbroke, uuruflTd reign'd.