A Collection of English Poems and Odes, which Obtained Medals and Other Prizes at the Gwent and Dyfed Royal Eisteddfod, Held at Cardiff, on the 20th, 21st, and 22nd of August, 1834

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Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green and Longman, 1834 - English poetry
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Page 7 - Snowdou's crest;—or the ray that cleaves, When the golden hour of sunset's gone To the cloud that it look'd its last upon, Then Cambria's harp, and her minstrel strain, Has not been awak'd from its slumber in vain. It comes !—it comes ! 'mid the trembling strings, In low, soft murmurs, the Awen springs ; And music's voice from the breathing chords, Thus utterance gives to the Poet's words !— THE ODE.
Page 8 - Bas'd on each subject's heart, her throne appears Before whose foot all tyranny lies low ! And when with pen of Light HISTORY the name shall write Of fam'd VICTORIA in fair England's page If now, the Poet's view Have read those annals true Some Record like to this, shall greet a distant age. " In HER each virtue shone, That life has e'er display'd; * The Duchess of Kent.
Page 10 - British Queen, The pride of history's chart!" Now from the prophet's mental eye, Fadeth the light of futurity, And the visions that warm'd the minstrel's heart, Like the rays of the setting sun depart ; And the fire that hath kindled the poet's dream, Melts like...
Page 7 - Minstrel's dower, From whose tones the gloom of madness fled, And peace o'er the monarch's soul was shed ; From thy misty throne of clouds descend, And o'er the wild harp, that invokes thee, bend ! And if for a moment the Theme inspire One spark of thy Taliessin's fire, Tho...
Page 7 - mid the Druid Band ! Spirit! that glow'd on Cadwallo's tongue And touch'd with thy magic the themes he sung; Spirit! that brooded o'er Modred's lyre And hallow'd its strings with undying fire ! Making Plinlimmon's cloud topp'd head Bow down, as a warrior that bends o'er the dead ; Spirit!
Page 7 - ... the trembling strings In low, soft murmurs, the Awen springs ; And music's voice from the breathing chords, Thus utterance gives to the poet's words ! ODE. Lady ! I will not of thy goodness tell, The lily virtue courts the secret shade; Nor shall thy beauty wake the tuneful shell, Since beauty, like its emblem rose, will fade ! No, Royal Lady ! calm the modest fears, That make thee lovelier to each British heart, And doubly to each grateful breast endears Her whose fond cares have made thee —...
Page 9 - neath her fostering hand Put forth its brightest powers ! The artist's generous friend, To taste and science dear, Her goodness ne'er disdain 'd to lend To all — a favouring ear ! And native talent grew Beneath her radiant smiles, Whose genial warmth extended, too, To Albion's sister isles ! The pencil and the lyre In her a patron knew, Her praises woke the poet's fire, And warm'd the painter too, And music's syren tone Was echo'd...
Page 6 - Or sigh'd thro' the leaves of the dark pine wood, Or the mountain's hoary solitude ! Or was heard in the rush of the torrent stream, Or felt, in the calm of the vision'd dream, By the wrapt Seer, with half clos'd eye As he pierced thro...
Page 9 - All that adds lustre to the Throne Or dignifies the shade ! With nobleness of Birth And greatness were combin'd That which alone can give them worth— Nobility of mind ! As Summer buds expand Warm'd by the sun to Flowers, So genius, 'neath her fostering hand Put forth its brightest powers ! The artist's generous friend To taste and science dear, Her goodness ne'er...

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