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Side 82 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Side 6 - And where heretofore there hath been great diversity in saying and singing in churches within this Realm : some following Salisbury Use, some Hereford Use, some the Use of Bangor, some of York, and some of Lincoln : now from henceforth, all the whole realm shall have but one Use.
Side 53 - The Celt's quick feeling for what is noble and distinguished gave his poetry style ; his indomitable personality gave it pride and passion; his sensibility and nervous exaltation gave it a better gift still, the gift of rendering with wonderful felicity the magical charm of nature.
Side 106 - ... especial aims are the improvement of Education, and the promotion of intellectual culture by the encouragement of Literature, Science, and Art, as connected with Wales. Subscription to the Society, entitling to copies of all its publications, and admission to all meetings : — One Guinea per annum.
Side ix - ... which they trust a large accession of members to the ranks of the Society will speedily enable them to augment. The Council confidently appeal to all Welshmen for sympathy and help in this really national enterprise. Welshmen are proverbially proud of the antiquities of their land. To place the record of these antiquities within the reach of every Welsh student in an accurate and intelligible form, and to enable him to understand the growth of the national and individual life, is a work which...
Side 86 - Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea ?" " Why as men do aland — the great ones eat up the little ones.
Side 43 - I had the much-desired gift of mead, Where the shores extend in tedious conflict; I love the society and the numerous inhabitants Therein, who, obedient to their Lord, Direct their views of peace; I love its sea-coast and its mountains, Its cities bordering on its forests, its fair landscapes, Its dales, its waters, and its vales, Its white seamews, and its beauteous women; I love its warriors, and its well-trained steeds, Its woods, its strongholds, and its social domicile; I love its fields clothed...
Side 47 - ... Christian churches there were in Britain, undoubtedly, from very early times ; yet I have been driven to the conclusion that there was no really British Church, that is, a Church of the native Celtic inhabitants, before the fifth century. The Church, three of whose bishops attended the Council of Aries, was the Church of the resident Roman population, not of the people of Britain.
Side 33 - An Eisteddfod is one of the most mischievous and selfish pieces of sentimentalism which could possibly be perpetrated. It is simply a foolish interference with the natural progress of civilisation and prosperity. If it is desirable that the Welsh should talk English, it is monstrous folly to encourage them in a loving fondness for their old language. Not only the energy and power, but the intelligence and music of Europe have come mainly from Teutonic sources, and this glorification of everything...
Side 42 - Behold, old age, which makes sport of me, from the hair of my head and my teeth, to my eyes which women loved. The four things I have all my life most hated fall upon me together — coughing and old age, sickness and sorrow. I am old, I am alone, shapeliness and warmth are gone from me, the couch of honour shall be no more mine; I am miserable, I am bent on my crutch. How evil was the lot allotted to Llywarch, the night he was brought forth! Sorrows without end and no deliverance from his burden.