Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE HILL-COUNTRY, by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath this massy keep Last Line: Saw where his great soul slept. Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Death; Disappeared Persons; Wales; Dead, The; Missing Persons; Welshmen; Welshwomen | ||||||||
I BENEATH this massy keep And down this glen Rode our great lord, the Prince Glyndwr, That king of men; But now the years are old And his hearths are cold ... And he will not ride again. II But yet I saw him come, Stalwart and strong, Ridingwith eyes that blazed like stars To quench a wrong: And this I saw and heard In a dream that stirred Out of a peasant's song. III I saw him come once more, Still proud and tall, But there were none to staunch his wounds Or hear his call: And he passed from grave to grave, But the dead no answer gave To his lone footfall. IV And so, from hill to hill, Calling, he crept Until Death answered,'Comemy Prince' ... And the woods wept: And they rode where no man knows Not even the wind that blows Saw where his great soul slept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTICHRIST, OR THE REUNION OF CHRISTENDOM; AN ODE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON WALES VISITATION by ALLEN GINSBERG WELSH INCIDENT by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY WELSH LANDSCAPE by RONALD STUART THOMAS A BALLAD OF GLYNDWR'S RISING by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES A HYMN FOR ST. DAVID'S DAY (TO THE MEMORY OF SIR OWEN M. EDWARDS) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES A SONG OF CALDEY (TO THE PRIOR AND BENEDICTINE BRETHREN ON THE ISLAND) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES |
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