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Wales, A Nation In Verse
Wales, A Nation In Verse
Wales, A Nation In Verse
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Wales – The Poetry Of - An Introduction. This proud nation with it’s long history; sometimes rough, hewn from bleak landscapes, sometimes gently soft from its comforting voices has produced a long succession of artists and poets. In the latter category Louis MacNeice most probably stands pre-eminent, his words and phrasing are on a plane few can equal and most are in awe of. But in this volume we do put forward others who have their own words and voice to add to this rich tapestry. Wilfred Owen, Henry Vaughan, George Herbert and Edward Thomas amongst them. Many of these titles are on our audiobook version which can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.

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Release dateSep 24, 2013
ISBN9781780005393
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    Wales, A Nation In Verse - Gerald Manley Hopkins

    Wales, A Nation In Verse

    Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at a particular nation through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide  

    Wales, this proud nation with its long history; sometimes rough, hewn from bleak yet beautiful landscapes, sometimes gently soft from its comforting voices, has produced a long succession of artists and poets. 

    In this volume we can trace the roots of its poets back the 6th Century but also add Gerald Manley Hopkins, Ann Griffiths, Henry Vaughan, George Herbert and others who muse and write about a country they love to add to this rich tapestry.  We’ve included poets such as Wilfred Owen who although not strictly Welsh was born on its borders and Rupert Graves who holidayed there and served in the Welsh Fusiliers. They have much to offer. 

    Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Angharad Rees

    Index of Poems

    In The Valley Of The Elwy by Gerard Manley Hopkins

    The Welsh March by Alfred Edward Housman

    Welsh Incident by Robert Graves

    There’s An Open Door by Ann Griffiths

    Wondrous Sight For Men And Angels by Ann Griffiths

    The Storm by George Herbert

    Disclipine by George Herbert

    Faith by George Herbert    

    All In June by William Henry Davies

    Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies

    Virtue by George Herbert

    Friends Departed by Henry Vaughan

    Peace by Henry Vaughan

    The Waterfall by Henry Vaughan

    Grongar Hill by John Dyer

    The Kingfisher by W H Davies

    A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies

    A Plain Life by Wiliam Henry Davies

    Old Man by Edward Thomas

    Like The Touch Of Rain by Edward Thomas

    A Private by Edward Thomas

    Miners by Wilfred Owen

    Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

    The Parable Of The Old Man by Wilfred Owen

    The Day Of Judgement by Goronwy Owain

    An Ode To The Thunder by Dafydd Ionawr

    The Flowers Of Spring by Rev. J. Emyly Jones

    To May by Rev Daniel Evans

    The Dawn by Rev Daniel Evans

    Ode To Cambria By Rev John Walters

    The Death Of Owain by Aneurin

    The Battle Of Gwenystrad by Taliesin

    The Farmer’s Prayer by Rev Rees Prichard

    Concerning The Divine Providence by Rev Res Prichard

    In The Valley Of The Elwy by Gerard Manley Hopkins

    I remember a house where all were good

    To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:

    Comforting smell breathed at very entering,

    Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.

    That cordial air made those kind people a hood

    All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing

    Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:

    Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.

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