Annals and antiquities of the counties and county families of Wales (Google eBook)

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Page 662 - And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd, All tenantless, save to the crannying wind, Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
Page 723 - Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams: Wide-stretching from the Hall, in whose kind haunt The hospitable Genius lingers still, To where the broken landscape, by degrees, Ascending, roughens into rigid hills; O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise.
Page 676 - Nor scath had he, nor harm, nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay. a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain! For now the truth was clear; His gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewelyn's heir : Vain, vain was all Llewelyn's woe; "Best of thy kind, adieu! The frantic blow which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue.
Page 660 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 519 - The knights are dust, And their good swords are rust, Their souls are with the saints, we trust.
Page 729 - ... to the yoke ? I stood at bay for years : had I acted otherwise, where, on your part, had been the glory of conquest, and where, on mine, the honour of a brave resistance? I am now in your power: if you are bent on vengeance^ execute your purpose; the bloody scene will soon be over, and the name of Caractacus will sink into oblivion. Preserve my life, and I shall be, to late posterity, a monument of Roman clemency.
Page 870 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Page 754 - Chepstow Castle too has been taken ' by a stratagem.' The country is all up or rising : ' the smiths have all fled, cutting their bellows before they went ;' impossible to get a horse shod, never saw such a country.* On the whole, Cromwell will have to go.
Page 676 - Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe : " Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic blow that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue...
Page 543 - ... he bore them. He afterwards made himself master of the Castle, and destroyed it, carrying away a rich booty which he found deposited there. But when the friars petitioned to him for their books and chalices, which they had lodged in the castle, he replied, why did you put your goods in the castle? If you had kept them in your convent, they would have been secure.

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