History of Wales

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Page 42 - BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ; Now void, it fits thy people : Thither bend Thy course ; there shalt thou find a lasting seat ; There to thy sons another Troy shall rise, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.
Page 398 - ... amidst the spray of the meadow fountain. The eye of the trained hawk, the glance of the threemewed falcon, was not brighter than hers. Her bosom was more snowy than the breast of the white swan, her cheek was redder than the reddest roses. Whoso beheld her was filled with her love. Four white trefoils sprang up wherever she trod.
Page 320 - ... did murther one another, he prepared a number of ships, and got with him such men and women as were desirous to live in quietness : and taking leave of his friends took his way thitherward again.
Page 168 - Archenfield they took Bishop Cameleac,* and led him with them to their ships ; and then King Edward ransomed him afterwards with forty pounds.
Page 579 - In this direction too, from causes which it is out of my province to particularize, he has moved under the same isolating destiny, and his worship, like his life, has grown different from that of the classes over him. Nor has he failed of tangible results in his chosen province of independent exertion. He has raised the buildings, and maintains the ministry of his worship, over the whole face of his country, to an extent adequate to his accommodation.
Page 400 - Penkawr. And they took the marvels with them to his court. And Kaw of North Britain came and shaved his beard, skin and flesh, clean off to the very bone from ear to ear. "Art thou shaved, man?" said Kilhwch. "I am shaved,
Page 265 - Boldly he turns the furious storm, Before him wild Confusion flies, While Havoc rears her hideous form, And prostrate Rank expiring lies : Conflict upon conflict growing, Gore on gore in torrents flowing, Shrieks answering shrieks, and Slaughter raving, And high o'er Moelfre's front a thousand banners waving J.
Page 127 - Lancarven, my contemporary ; as I do also the kings of the Saxons to William of Malmesbury and Henry of Huntingdon. But I advise them to be silent concerning the kings of the Britons since they have not that book written in the British tongue, which Walter, archdeacon of Oxford, brought out of Britain, and which being a true history published in honour of those princes, I have thus taken care to translate.
Page 397 - Her head was of brighter gold than the flower of the broom, her skin was whiter than the foam of the wave, and fairer were her hands and her fingers than the blossoms of the wood-anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain. The eye of the trained hawk...
Page 265 - Before him wild Confusion flies, While Havoc rears her hideous form, And prostrate Rank expiring lies : Conflict upon conflict growing, Gore on gore in torrents flowing, Shrieks answering shrieks, and slaughter raving, And high o'er Moelvre's front a thousand banners waving. Now thickens still the frantic war, The flashing death-strokes gleam afar, Spear rings on spear, flight urges flight, And drowning victims plunge to night...

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