Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG, by JOANNA BAILLIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I've no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake Last Line: Is the maid of llanwellyn, who smiles upon me. Subject(s): Girls; Love | ||||||||
I'VE no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake, No corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree, Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. Softly tapping at eve to her window I came, And loud bay'd 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? 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, While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. For blithe as the urchin at holiday play, And meek as a matron in mantle of gray, And trim as a lady of gentle degree, Is the Maid of Llanwellyn, who smiles upon me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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