<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dying Bard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the moment is nigh,<br>When mute in the woodlands thine echoes shall die:<br>No more by sweet Teivi Cadwallon shall rave,<br>And mix his wild notes with the wild dashing wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>In spring and in autumn thy glories of shade<br>Unhonour'd shall flourish, unhonour'd shall fade;<br>For soon shall be lifeless the eye and the tongue,<br>That view'd them with rapture, with rapture that sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Thy sons, Dinas Emlinn, may march in their pride,<br>And chase the proud Saxon from Prestatyn's side;<br>But where is the harp shall give life to their name?<br>And where is the bard shall give heroes their fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>And oh, Dinas Emlinn! thy daughters so fair,<br>Who heave the white bosom, and wave the dark hair;<br>What tuneful enthusiast shall worship their eye,<br>When half of their charms with Cadwallon shall die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Then adieu, silver Teivi! I quit thy loved scene,<br>To join the dim choir of the bards who have been;<br>With Lewarch, and Meilor, and Merlin the Old,<br>And sage Taliessin, high harping to hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>And Adieu, Dinas Emlinn! still green be thy shades,<br>Unconquer'd thy warriors, and matchless thy maids!<br>And thou, whose faint warblings my weakness can tell,<br>Farewell, my loved Harp! my last treasure, farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519689" data-title="The Dying Bard de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="I. Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the moment is nigh, When mute in the woodlands thine echoes shall die: No more by sweet Teivi Cadwallon shall rave, And mix his wild notes with the wild dashing wave. II. In spring and in autumn thy glories of shade U..."></div> </div> </div>

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