The poetical works of ... Goronwy Owen, with his life and correspondence, ed. with notes by R. Jones, Količina 21876 |
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Stran 101 - OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united. If our landlord supplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish : Our Dean...
Stran 308 - Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah ! Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ! Bread of Heaven ! Bread of Heaven : Feed me now and evermore...
Stran 101 - Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last ? Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink...
Stran 283 - The building is beautiful and commodious, being first modelled by Sir Christopher Wren, adapted to the nature of the country by the gentlemen there...
Stran 308 - Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land.' " I had heard that hymn before, but had forgot it. All next week it seemed to me I could hear the old Virginia hymn Aunt Jane sung for me that Sunday evening when I was working in the cane-field. " It was nearly rolling season when Aunt Jane first...
Stran 26 - Our language, undoubtedly, affords plenty of words, expressive and suitable enough for the genius even of a Milton ; and had he been born in our country, we, no doubt, should have been the happy nation that could have boasted of the grandest, sublimest piece of poetry in the world. Our language excels most others in Europe, and why does not our poetry ? It is to me very unaccountable. Are we the only people in the world that know not how to value so excellent a language ? or do we labour under a...
Stran 26 - ... for a splendid outburst of imaginative poetry; but it should not have been treated in a ludicrous spirit. It is at such times as these that we feel the truth of Goronwy Owain's criticism in one of his letters:—" Ab Gwilym was perhaps the best Welshman that ever lived for ludicrous poetry ; but, though I admire and even dote upon the sweetness of his poetry, I have often wished he had raised his thoughts to something more grave and sublime.
Stran 107 - I am certain, is not inferior for copiousness, pithiness, and significancy, to any other, ancient or modern, that I have any knowledge of.
Stran 312 - Leading nought richer but the charnel-earth, A lump of grosser clay, rotten with ease, Surfeit with gold, sodden with luxuries, And pine in vain before heaven's close-shut door Bearing no pain to save ? Than to have known indeed The sweet creative pang ; and to have heard The accents of the gods ; and climbed with pain, As thou didst, all thy journey, — nor in vain, But seen as thou didst, on the summits white Clear rays, though broken, of the Eternal Light, And those dread gates open without a...
Stran 129 - In short, as I understand, that it and its fellows were introduced by the authority of an Eisteddfod, I wish we had an Eisteddfod again to give them their dimittimus to some peaceable acrostic land, to sport and converse with the spirits of deceased puns, quibbles, and conundrums of pious memory ; then should I gladly see the true primitive metres reinstated in their ancient dignity, and sense regarded more than a hideous jingle of words, which hardly ever can bear it.