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XXXIX. FAREWELL TO NORTH WALES.
Farewell, 'tis a stranger his blessing bequeaths,
Refuse not the offering he tremblingly brings,
For the harp of the North no fond patriot wreathes,
And chill is the hand that swept o'er its wild strings.
Refuse not the offering he tremblingly brings,
For the harp of the North no fond patriot wreathes,
And chill is the hand that swept o'er its wild strings.
Thy minstrels no more sing of saintly Gwydellyn,
And how brave Arthur routed the infidel Dane,
Yet fancy shall dwell on the feats of Llewellyn,
And dirge-like re-echo their once potent strain.
And how brave Arthur routed the infidel Dane,
Yet fancy shall dwell on the feats of Llewellyn,
And dirge-like re-echo their once potent strain.
Farewell to the tints of thy shadow-stained mountains,
Farewell to the mist-wreaths that hang on their brow,
Farewell to the voice of thy clear sparkling fountains,
That merrily gush to the valleys below.
Farewell to the mist-wreaths that hang on their brow,
Farewell to the voice of thy clear sparkling fountains,
That merrily gush to the valleys below.
Oh, often in day-dreams of youthful emotion
The heart shall revisit thy wood-skirted lakes,
Though bright be the smile of the summer-lit ocean,
A brighter on them the soft mountain-breeze wakes.
The heart shall revisit thy wood-skirted lakes,
Though bright be the smile of the summer-lit ocean,
A brighter on them the soft mountain-breeze wakes.
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O fair are the sunbeams aerially blending
On Snowdon in veins of green varying light,
And, if from the scraggy steeps clouds are descending,
Are not earth's brightest joys evershrouded in night?
On Snowdon in veins of green varying light,
And, if from the scraggy steeps clouds are descending,
Are not earth's brightest joys evershrouded in night?
Farewell, O farewell, still thy requiem prolonging,
Half-lingering I pause o'er the beautiful theme,
While phantom-like memories round me are thronging,
The troubled return of an exquisite dream.
Half-lingering I pause o'er the beautiful theme,
While phantom-like memories round me are thronging,
The troubled return of an exquisite dream.
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