#WelshWriters
Now shall I walk Or shall I ride? “Ride”, Pleasure said; “Walk”, Joy replied. Now what shall I—
A dear old couple my grandparents… And kind to all dumb things; they… The lamb that Jesus petted when a… Their faith was never draped by D… Death was a rainbow in Eternity,
And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the ra…
I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who si…
Thy beauty haunts me heart and sou… Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and… Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each a…
To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;
I sit beneath your leaves, old oak… You mighty one of all the trees; Within whose hollow trunk a man Could stable his big horse with ea… I see your knuckles hard and stron…
Here’s an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone
Indeed this is the sweet life! my… Is under no proud man’s command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood,
My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And sulking, silent birds.
The mind, with its own eyes and ea… May for these others have no care; No matter where this body is, The mind is free to go elsewhere. My mind can be a sailor, when
Cold winds can never freeze, nor t… The cup of cheer that Beauty draw… Out of those Azure heavens and th… I drink and drink, and thirst the… To see the dewdrops thrill the bla…
What is this life if, full of care… We have no time to stand and stare… No time to stand beneath the bough… And stare as long as sheep or cows… No time to see, when woods we pass…
Now do I hear thee weep and groan… Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale… And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul’t think as little of him the…