Poems about cambria (21 Poems)
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The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.Yet had she oft been chased with horns and hounds,And Scythian shafts; and many winged woundsAimed … Continue reading
The Foster-Child (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER. CANTO I.‘MID Cambria’s hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow’d wildly thro’ the wood,Flashing in lucid lapse the shades between;And, cloth’d in mist, a distant hut was seen:A village … Continue reading
A Warning To The Welsh, To Repent, Wrote At The Time A Great Plague Rag’d In London (Rees Prichard Poems)
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria, mourn.From all thy sins repentant turn,Lest they God’s wrath, and judgements dread,Shou’d draw upon thy guilty head! Thy sins have soar’d up to the sky,And thence for speedy vengeance cry —Such vengeance, as the Lord did … Continue reading
Another On The Same Occasion (Rees Prichard Poems)
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend at last. Thy eldest Sister undergoes(England I mean) a thousand woes,Beneath the weighty hand of God,Who rules her with an … Continue reading
Hirlas Owain, Or, The Drinking-Horn Of Owen (Owain Cyfeiliog Poems)
Uprose the ruddy dawn of day;The armies met in dread arrayOn Maelor Drefred’s field :Loud the British clarions sound,The Saxons, gasping on the ground,The bloody contest yield. By Owen’s arm the valiant bled;From Owen’s arm the coward fledAghast with wild … Continue reading
Edmund And Bertha (Janetta Philipps Poems)
A TALE.Where Snowdon’s bleak summits their shadows throw wide,Once the castle of Modred arose;Frowning dark as the mountain that towered at its side,The rage of the tempest or war it defied,Sternly mocking its impotent foes.Far below, in the humblest simplicity … Continue reading
Ode On The Birth Of The Prince Of Wales (Henry James Pye Poems)
I.1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana’s gentler ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Illumes the dusky shades of night, And brings the varied scene to view. The glassy lake, and bubbling stream, Again reflect the borrow’d … Continue reading
“The fading gleam of parting day” (Henry James Pye Poems)
I.1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana’s chaster ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Pales o’er the dusky shades of night, And brings the varied scene to view: The glassy lake, the bubbling stream, Again reflect the borrow’d … Continue reading
The Massacre Of The Bards (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
The sunlight from the sky is swept,But, over Snowdon’s summit kept, One brand of cloud yet burns,-By ghostly hands far out of sight,Held, glowing, in the even-light,-As Fate still keeps the weapon bright That lingers and returns.. . . . .O day of slaughter! Day of … Continue reading
Elegy VI (Henry James Pye Poems)
Now has bright Sol fulfill’d his circling course, Again to Taurus roll’d his burning car, Since, cruel Prudence, thy resistless force Tore me from happiness and Cynthia far. How did I then, or pensively complain, Or in the maniac’s frantic accents rave! How often vow to … Continue reading
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