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20 Jan 03 - 07:45 AM (#870416) Subject: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: GUEST I've obtained some music (not sure where from!) called The Rock of Cader Idris, unfortunately it only seems to have one verse. Has anyone heard of the song or got any further verses? Dave. |
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20 Jan 03 - 07:50 AM (#870419) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: sian, west wales What's the verse you have? sian |
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20 Jan 03 - 09:15 AM (#870482) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: masato sakurai Felicia Hemans wrote a poem titled "The Rock of Cader Idris" (Click here). ~Masato |
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20 Jan 03 - 02:31 PM (#870736) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: Gareth Possibly this ??? Click 'Ere Gareth |
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21 Jan 03 - 03:54 AM (#871197) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: GUEST My Welsh is very, very, limited, but I don't think the song Gareth links to concerns the rock of Cader Idris. Although I'm sure someone will soon let me know if it does! |
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21 Jan 03 - 03:59 AM (#871198) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rock of Cader Idris From: Brian Hoskin That last post was from me, I somehow lost my cookie, but have it back now. Brian |
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07 Dec 09 - 12:01 AM (#2782589) Subject: Lyr Add: THE ROCK OF CADER IDRIS (Felicia Hemans) From: GUEST,Masato's link not working.--999 "The Rock of Cader Idris" by Felicia Hemans (1793 - 1835) This Edition: Hemans, Felicia Dorothea. The Poetical Works of Felicia Dorothea Hemans London: Oxford University Press, 1914. pp. 176-177. The Rock of Cader Idris [It is an old tradition of the Welsh bards, that on the summit of the mountain Cader Idris is an excavation resembling a couch; and that whoever should pass a night in that hollow, would be found in the morning either dead, in a state of frenzy, or endowed with the highest poetical inspiration.] I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the oloud; Around it for ever deep music is swelling, The voice of the mountain-wind, solemn and loud. 'Twas a midnight of shadows all fitfully streaming, Of wild waves and breezes, that mingled their moan; Of dim shrouded stars, as from gulfs faintly gleaming; And I met the dread gloom of its grandeur alone. I lay there in silence–a spirit came o'er me; Man's tongue hath no language to speak what I saw: Things glorious, unearthly, pass'd floating before me, And my heart almost fainted with rapture and awe. I view'd the dread beings around us that hover, Though veil'd by the mists of mortality's breath; And I call'd upon darkness the vision to cover, For a strife was within me of madness and death. I saw them–the powers of the wind and the ocean, The rush of whose pinion bears onward the storms; Like the sweep of the white-rolling wave was their motion, I felt their dim presence,–but knew not their forms ! I saw them–the mighty of ages departed– The dead were around me that night on the hill: From their eyes, as they pass'd, a cold radiance they darted,– There was light on my soul, but my heart's blood was chill. I saw what man looks on, and dies–but my spirit Was strong, and triumphantly lived through that hour; And, as from the grave, I awoke to inherit A flame all immortal, a voice, and a power ! Day burst on that rock with the purple cloud crested, And high Cader Idris rejoiced in the sun;– But O ! what new glory all nature invested, When the sense which gives soul to her beauty was won ! |