Malvern Hills with Minor Poems, and Essays. By Joseph Cottle. Fourth Edition |
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THE WELCOME.
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THE WELCOME.
CARADOC'S ADDRESS TO THE ENGLISH WARRIORS, UPON THEIR APPROACHING MONA.
HAIL! Ye sons of valour, hail!
Come, and learn our mystic lore;
Welcome to this forest pale,
Where the Druid dwelt of yore.
Mona's bards, with harp and song,
Here have found a peaceful home;
And, mid concords, loud and long,
Nightly watch the planets roam.
They have here a compact made,
With the harp and woodland shade.
Come, and learn our mystic lore;
Welcome to this forest pale,
Where the Druid dwelt of yore.
Mona's bards, with harp and song,
Here have found a peaceful home;
And, mid concords, loud and long,
Nightly watch the planets roam.
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With the harp and woodland shade.
Heroes! long to glory known,
Late, in the tumultuous hour;
Though not to idol terrors prone,
We saw our tranquil zenith lower;
Now, disdaining fears that were,
We the peaceful olive wave;
In the moment of despair,
We forgot that you were brave!
Welcome to this forest pale!
Sons of war, and valour, hail!
Late, in the tumultuous hour;
Though not to idol terrors prone,
We saw our tranquil zenith lower;
Now, disdaining fears that were,
We the peaceful olive wave;
In the moment of despair,
We forgot that you were brave!
Welcome to this forest pale!
Sons of war, and valour, hail!
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