Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79. | | | | Wales: Twydee | | Twydee | | William Peter (1788–1853) |
| | | GO, roam through this isle; view her oak-bosomed towers, | |
| View the scenes which her Stowes and her Blenheims impart; | |
| See lawns, where proud wealth has exhausted its powers, | |
| And nature is lost in the mazes of art: | |
| Far fairer to me | 5 |
| Are the shades of Twydee, | |
| With her rocks, and her floods, and her wild blossomed bowers. | |
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| Here mountain on mountain exultingly throws, | |
| Through storm, mist, and snow, its bleak crags to the sky; | |
| In their shadow the sweets of the valley repose, | 10 |
| While streams gay with verdure and sunshine steal by; | |
| Here bright hollies bloom | |
| Through the deep thicket’s gloom, | |
| And the rocks wave with woodbine and hawthorn, and rose. | |
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| ’T is eve; and the sun faintly glows in the west, | 15 |
| But thy flowers, fading Skyrrid, are fragrant with dew, | |
| And the Usk, like a spangle in nature’s dark vest, | |
| Breaks, in gleams of far moonlight, more soft on the view; | |
| By valley and hill | |
| All is lovely and still, | 20 |
| And we linger, as lost, in some isle of the blest. | |
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| O, how happy the man who from fashion’s cold ray | |
| Flies to shades sweet as these, with the one he loves best! | |
| With the smiles of affection to gladden their day, | |
| And the nightingale’s vespers to lull them to rest; | 25 |
| While the torments of life, | |
| Its ambition and strife, | |
| Pass, like storms heard at distance, unheeded away. | | | | |
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