Y Traethodydd, Volume 35

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Argraffwyd a Chyhoeddwyd Gan T. Gee a'i Fab, 1880 - Theology
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Page 488 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 289 - Since he my faithful service did engage To follow him through his queer pilgrimage, I've drawn and written many a line and page. ' Caricatures I scribbled have, and rhymes, And dinner-cards, and picture pantomimes, And merry little children's books at times. ' I've writ the foolish fancy of his brain ; The aimless jest that, striking, hath caused pain ; The idle word that he'd wish back again. I've helped him to pen many a line for bread ; To joke, with sorrow aching in his head ; And make your laughter...
Page 411 - When these individual gods are invoked, they are not conceived as limited by the power of others, as superior or inferior in rank. Each god is to the mind of the supplicant as good as all the gods. He is felt, at the time, as a real divinity — as supreme and absolute, in spite of the necessary limitations which, to our mind, a plurality of gods must entail on every single god.
Page 326 - WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, First of his tribe, to this dark dell — who first In this pellucid Current slaked his thirst ? What hopes came with him ? what designs were spread Along his path ? His unprotected bed What dreams encompassed ? Was the intruder nursed In hideous usages, and rites...
Page 399 - Jewish religion ; we do not mean any special religion, but we mean a mental faculty, that faculty which, independent of, nay in spite of sense and reason, enables man to apprehend the Infinite under different names, and under varying disguise.
Page 445 - Fel y byddoch blant i'ch Tad yr hwn sydd yn y nefoedd: canys y mae efe yn peri i'w haul godi ar y drwg a'r da, ac yn gwlawio ar y cyfiawn a'r anghyfiawn.
Page 488 - So thou, surviving in thy lonely age, All but thy own undying love Didst pour upon the sympathetic page, Words which all hearts can move ; So quaintly fashioned as to add a grace To the sweet fancies which they bear, Even as a bronze delved from some ancient place For very rust shows fair. " They all are gone into the world of light ! " It is thy widowed muse that sings, And then mounts upwards from our dazzled sight On heavenward soaring wings.
Page 487 - A little grayer now and stiller grown, The tranquil refuge now, as then, 'Where our dear country glories in her own, Apart from alien men. There, on thy musings broke the painful sound Of arms ; the long-plumed cavaliers Clanged thro' the courts — the low fat fields around Were filled with strife and tears.
Page 448 - Canys ymddangosodd gras Duw, yr hwn sydd yn dwyn iachawdwriaeth i bob dyn ; gan ein dysgu ni i wadu annuwioldeb a' chwantau bydol, a byw yn sobr, ac yn gyfiawn, ac yn dduwiol, yn y byd sydd yr awrhon...
Page 399 - Religion is a mental faculty which, independent of, nay, in spite of sense and reason, enables man to apprehend the infinite under different names and under varying disguises. Without that faculty, no religion, not even the lowest worship of idols and fetishes, would be possible ; and if we will but listen attentively, we can hear in all religions a groaning of the spirit, a struggle to conceive the inconceivable, to utter the unutterable, a longing after the Infinite, a love of God.

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