The Cambrian, Bind 20T.J. Griffiths, 1900 |
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... Voice .468 The Anti - British Feeling 168 An Old Description of Trusts . .513 Thunder ( A poem ) .246 Confucianism .514 The Welshman and the American A Serviceable Invention 514 Pulpit .... .337 The Pope and the Sects 514 The Cost of ...
... Voice .468 The Anti - British Feeling 168 An Old Description of Trusts . .513 Thunder ( A poem ) .246 Confucianism .514 The Welshman and the American A Serviceable Invention 514 Pulpit .... .337 The Pope and the Sects 514 The Cost of ...
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... my duty to the common- wealth and my commander . " When he had said this with a loud voice he leaped from the ship , and pro- ceeded to bear the eagle toward the enemy . Then the others followed , and faced their 12 THE CAMBRIAN .
... my duty to the common- wealth and my commander . " When he had said this with a loud voice he leaped from the ship , and pro- ceeded to bear the eagle toward the enemy . Then the others followed , and faced their 12 THE CAMBRIAN .
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... voice of Nature breathes in every song . And we may read therein thy features kind As in some turn that nestles neath thy hills . GREATER WALES . By Prof. T. McKenny Hughes . ( Extract from his Address at Aberystwyth . ) Will any ...
... voice of Nature breathes in every song . And we may read therein thy features kind As in some turn that nestles neath thy hills . GREATER WALES . By Prof. T. McKenny Hughes . ( Extract from his Address at Aberystwyth . ) Will any ...
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... voice . But in the singing of " On- ward , Christian Soldier , " and " Hold the Fort , " we are told that he can- not easily be excelled . We trust that a musical Speaker will have sufficient charm in speech and song to soothe the ...
... voice . But in the singing of " On- ward , Christian Soldier , " and " Hold the Fort , " we are told that he can- not easily be excelled . We trust that a musical Speaker will have sufficient charm in speech and song to soothe the ...
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... Voices of our dead ones dear In our country's airs we hear , Whispering leaves in every grave Murmur low the songs we love ; Sings the sea neath roaring gales Snatches of the songs of Wales ; And to Kymric ears they sound Through ...
... Voices of our dead ones dear In our country's airs we hear , Whispering leaves in every grave Murmur low the songs we love ; Sings the sea neath roaring gales Snatches of the songs of Wales ; And to Kymric ears they sound Through ...
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American ancient Anglesey Bala Bangor bard beautiful Bible Bishop blood Boers Britain British Britons Brython called CAMBRIAN Cardiganshire castle Celt century choir Christian church Cimbri Cymru Cymry David Davies death Edward Eisteddfod England English englyn Evans father feet friends Griffith Gryffydd Gwynedd heart Henry honor Howell Harris Hughes Irish island John Jones king lady land language late Lewis lived Lord Madoc ment miles mind minister Miss mountain nation nature never North Wales Olger organ Owain Owain Gwynedd Owen poem poet preacher preaching present prince religious remarkable Rhuddlan Rhys Roman Ruthin Saxons says sermon singing song South South Wales spirit things Thomas thou thought tion to-day town Trahaiarn Utica voice Welsh Welsh language Welshmen William words writes young Young Wales
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Side 488 - And you, that were sometime alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now hath he reconciled in the body of his flesh through death, to present you holy and unblameable and unreproveable in his sight...
Side 527 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Side 111 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 505 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr — 's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Side 230 - IT singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all, — A song of those who answer not, However we may call ; They throng the silence of the breast, We see them as of yore, — The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet. Who walk with us no more.
Side 24 - If we work upon marble, it will perish ; if we work upon brass, time will efface it If we rear temples, they will crumble to the dust.
Side 377 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Side 444 - There's a man that makes peeresses here by the hundred. He regards neither Portland, nor Grenville, nor Pitt, But creates them at once without patent or writ ; By the stroke of a hammer without the king's aid, A lady, or countess, or duchess is made ! Yet high is the station from which they are sent, And all their great titles are got by descent : And where'er they are seen, in a palace or shop, Their rank they preserve and are still at the top.
Side 553 - My work is mine, And, heresy or not, if my hand slacked I should rob God - since He is fullest good Leaving a blank instead of violins. I say, not God Himself can make man's best Without best men to help Him. I am one best Here in Cremona, using sunlight well To fashion finest maple till it serves More cunningly than throats, for harmony. 'Tis rare delight : I would not change my skill To be the Emperor with bungling hands, And lose my work, which comes as natural As self at waking.
Side 395 - London dead. Much good, some ill he did ; so hope all's even, And that his soul through Mercy's gone to Heaven.