DAUNTLESS sons of Celtic sires, Whose souls the love of freedom fires; Hark! every harp to war inspires On Cader Idris side. See the brave advancing, See the brave advancing: Each well-tried spear the Saxons fear, In warlike splendour glancing, Proud Harlech from her frowning towers Pours forth her never-failing powers, Rouse, heroes, glory shall be ours: March on, your country's pride. Shall heartrending sounds of woe Be heard where Conway's waters flow, Or shall a rude and ruthless foe Find here one willing slave? From mountain and from valley, From mountain and from valley, From Snowdon, from Plinlimmon's brow Around your prince ye rally, Let cowards kiss the oppressors scourge, Home to his heart your weapons urge, O'erwhelm him in the avenging surge, To victory, ye brave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT SARCOPSYLLA PENETRANS by ALTA WRENWICK BROWN ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |