The encyclopaedia Cambrensis: Y gwyddoniadur cymreig,gan ysgrifenwyr enwocaf y genedl, Band 4John Parry 1890 |
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 131 - Stop and consider ! life is but a day ; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit ; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan ? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; The reading of an ever-changing tale ; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air ; A laughing schoolboy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Seite 129 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Seite 130 - I see thee glittering from afar — And then thou art a pretty star, Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee ! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest...
Seite 131 - And after him owls and night-ravens flew, The hateful messengers of heavy things. Of death and dolour telling sad tidings: Whiles sad Celeno, sitting on a clift, A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings, That heart of flint asunder could have rift; Which having ended, after him she flieth swift.
Seite 130 - Sweet flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature ! TO THE SAME FLOWER.
Seite 128 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed...
Seite 131 - An opulent Soul Dropt in my path like a great cup of gold, All rich and rough with stories of the gods...
Seite 131 - Better for man, Were he and Nature more familiar friends ! His part is worst that touches this base world. Although the ocean's inmost heart be pure, Yet the salt fringe that daily licks the shore Is gross with sand.
Seite 33 - A phwy bynag a roddo i'w yfed i un o'r rhai bychain hyn, phiolaid о ddwfr oer yn unig yn enw dysgybl, yn wir meddaf i chwi, Ni chyll efe ei wobr.