The Cambro-Briton, Volum 3J. Limbird., 1821 |
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alluded ancient antiquity appears Arch Archaiology Arvon Awen Bardic bards beautiful Brecknockshire Brecon Britons brother Brychan Caer Caernarvon called Cambrian Cambrian Society CAMBRO-BRITON Ceredigion character church Cimbri correspondent Cunedda Wledig Cymmrodorion Cymry Cywydd daughters of Brychan Davydd dedicated Denbighshire Dewi Dyved EDITOR Eisteddvod English etymology extract favour Gaelic gàn Geraint Geraint ab Erbin Glyndwr Gwilym Gwynedd harp Hywel Ieuan inhabitants insert Irish island Isle of Britain king last Number Laws letter Llan Llydaw Llywelyn Lord means Melodies mewn mountains native North Wales notice Number occasion oedd original Owain Owain Gwynedd Owen Pabo Post Prydain Parry poem poetical poetry Powys present Prince readers remarks respect saint song Three things tion town translation Triads Vychan Welsh language Welsh literature Welsh tongue Welshman Wledig word Wotton Wrexham writer
Passatges populars
Pàgina 308 - Where now thy might which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait; No...
Pàgina 446 - For David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep, and was laid unto his fathers, and saw corruption : But he whom God raised again saw no corruption.
Pàgina 308 - No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : But lawless force, and meagre want are there, And the quick-darting eye of restless fear, While cold oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.
Pàgina 107 - How best the mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind, and which way first Publish his god-like office now mature...
Pàgina 425 - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Pàgina 309 - If at Thy name the waves forgot their force, And refluent Jordan sought his trembling source; If at Thy Name like sheep the mountains fled, And haughty Sirion...
Pàgina 236 - For representing it, they raise an earthen amphitheatre in some open field, having the diameter of its enclosed plain some 40 or 50 foot. The country people flock from all sides, many miles ofF, to hear and see it ; for they have therein devils and devices to delight as well the eye as the ear...
Pàgina 123 - Oh, wherefore should ill ever flow from ill, And pain still keener pain for ever breed ? We all are brethren — even the slaves who kill For hire are men; and to avenge misdeed On the misdoer doth but Misery feed With her own broken heart!
Pàgina 107 - With solitude, till, far from track of men, Thought following thought, and step by step led on, He enter'd now the bordering desert wild...
Pàgina 347 - Davy) request that all gifts of the like nature due to them be returned to the young woman on the said day, and will...