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id: 15165
title: Welsh Lyrics of the Nineteenth Century
author: nan
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  Ere yet the shadows fall and night grows dark. And make thee rest upon thy sandy bar. Loving Saviour, stay beside us; let Thy Holy Spirit guide us, With thy fair face and eyes divine, From far and near men by the graves shall stand Their eyes are bright and sparkling, like water in the sun, Murmur low the songs we love, thy fair face is seen Yet they, love, are kissing thy cheek, Eternal my love towards thee! Thy triumph song of joy and praise My tale in song that Wales loves well, Come, Night, with all thy train As ramparts high thy mountains rise Life, like the heavens, doth endless worlds contain; Dear Cymru, mid thy mountains soaring high And work the will of God. Thy scenery O''er thy fair head, love, When from thy lips, love, Mirrored thy face, love, All thy loving care towards me,


id: 18523
title: The Poetry of Wales
author: nan
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  "When a bard shall ask a gift of a prince, let him sing one piece; "The Chief of Song shall begin the singing in the common hall." song shall be addressed to God, the next to the king. Have echoed to thy praises night and day, Thy song thou wilt not close. Thou then dost chant thy merriest lays, I''ll welcome thee and sing thy praise. Wilt thou leave thy sparkling chamber The beauties of thy court shall grace And, far beneath me, smiling, lay my lovely native glen. I love thy fair Silurian vales That like thy mountains, huge and high, Or thou, wild Merlin, with thy song A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among, For the soul that looks forth from thy children''s bright eyes, Hast thou not found, with thy searching light, Thy father lives, and He is love; Thy long fair neck (thou thing of pride!)


id: 14232
title: A Celtic Psaltery Being Mainly Renderings in English Verse from Irish & Welsh Poetry
author: Graves, Alfred Perceval
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  How didst thou order thy days in youth?" Christ, Thou Son of God most High, Thou art over them all, till this Earth ends its story. Thy life of grace draws near its end. Thy blessed fame shall ever bide, I may live to love Thy pleasure. Into thy very heart they''ll fall and cure thee body and soul." "And this the very spear that thy white side pierced and slew thee?" It is ill with a youth thy heart''s secrets to share. May Church and chancel bless Thy good counsel! Dear God, overflows from Thy Spirit. Earth shall own Thy Might Victorious, Of Love, in God''s own Heaven and Earth, "Without thy Sire hast thou returned?" That Thou wouldst of Thy good pleasure, Shall to thy first exultancy transmute thee. Till in Thy mercy Thou descend once more Whispering: "Lord, Thy will be done to-day, Thy Heart of Love


