Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79. | | | | Wales: Llanwellyn | | The Maid of Llanwellyn | | Joanna Baillie (1762–1851) |
| | | I ’VE no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, | |
| Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake, | |
| Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree,— | |
| Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. | |
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| Soft tapping, at eve, to her window I came, | 5 |
| And loud bayed the watch-dog, loud scolded the dame; | |
| For shame, silly Lightfoot; what is it to thee, | |
| Though the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me? | |
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| Rich Owen will tell you, with eyes full of scorn, | |
| Threadbare is my coat, and my hosen are torn: | 10 |
| Scoff on, my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee | |
| When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. | |
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| The farmer rides proudly to market or fair; | |
| The clerk, at the alehouse, still claims the great chair; | |
| But of all our proud fellows, the proudest I ’ll be, | 15 |
| While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. | |
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| For blithe as the urchin at holiday play, | |
| And meek as the matron in mantle of gray, | |
| And trim as the lady of gentle degree, | |
| Is the maid of Llanwellyn who smiles upon me. | 20 | | | |
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