England and WalesHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 |
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... CELYDDON . L. Hunt 174 Gruffydd ap Yr Ynad Coch 179 THE APPLE - TREES OF CELYDDON · CLWYD , THE RIVER . F. Hemans 181 • M. Drayton 182 . A. Tennyson . 183 B. R. Parkes . 183 Tr . Anonymous . 185 T. Williams . 186 Tr . T. Stephens . 187 ...
... CELYDDON . L. Hunt 174 Gruffydd ap Yr Ynad Coch 179 THE APPLE - TREES OF CELYDDON · CLWYD , THE RIVER . F. Hemans 181 • M. Drayton 182 . A. Tennyson . 183 B. R. Parkes . 183 Tr . Anonymous . 185 T. Williams . 186 Tr . T. Stephens . 187 ...
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... Celyddon . THE APPLE - TREES OF CELYDDON . AS there such a gift given to any one as at the dawn of day Was given to Merddin ere age had overtaken him ? Sevenscore and ... CELYDDON Hunt Gruffydd ap Yr Ynad Coch THE APPLE-TREES OF CELYDDON.
... Celyddon . THE APPLE - TREES OF CELYDDON . AS there such a gift given to any one as at the dawn of day Was given to Merddin ere age had overtaken him ? Sevenscore and ... CELYDDON Hunt Gruffydd ap Yr Ynad Coch THE APPLE-TREES OF CELYDDON.
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... his throne , And the religious hero leads his armies . Alas my lamentable destiny ! hope affords no refuge , Gwenddydd's son is slain , and by my accursed hand . Sweet apple - tree , of richest fruit , Growing CELYDDON . 189.
... his throne , And the religious hero leads his armies . Alas my lamentable destiny ! hope affords no refuge , Gwenddydd's son is slain , and by my accursed hand . Sweet apple - tree , of richest fruit , Growing CELYDDON . 189.
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... Celyddon ; All seek thee for the sake of thy fruit , But in vain until Cadwaladr comes to the conference of Rhyd Rheon , And Kynan advances to oppose the Saxons ; Then shall Britons be again victorious , Led by their graceful and ...
... Celyddon ; All seek thee for the sake of thy fruit , But in vain until Cadwaladr comes to the conference of Rhyd Rheon , And Kynan advances to oppose the Saxons ; Then shall Britons be again victorious , Led by their graceful and ...
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ancient arms bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom bowers brave breast breath bright brow Cader Idris castle Celyddon charm clouds crowned dark dead death deep doth dread dream dwelling eyes fair fame Felicia Hemans flowers Gêlert gloom glory grace grave gray green Grongar Hill groves hand harp hath heard heart heaven height hill holy horn king King Arthur lady land light live Llannon lonely look loud mead Michael Drayton mighty mountain murmur Muse night o'er oaks Owain peace prince proud queene river RIVER CLWYD roar Robert Southey rocks round Saxon scene shade shore sigh silent smile Snowdon's song soul sound stood stream sweet Taliesin tears thee thine Thomas Warton thou art thoughts tower trees Ulpha unto Urien vale Wales WARKWORTH Hermitage warriors waves Wellesbourne wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth wind Windsor woods Wytham youth
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