Musical and Poetical Relicks of the Welsh Bards:: Preserved, by Tradition and Authentic Manuscripts, from Very Remote Antiquity; Never Before Published. To the Bardic Tunes are Added Variations for the Harp, Harpsichord, Violin, Or Flute: with a Select Collection of the Pennillion and Englynion, Or, Epigrammatic Stanzas, Poetical Blossoms, and Pastoral Songs, of Wales, with English Translations. Likewise, a General History of the Bards and Druids, from the Earliest Period to the Present Time: with an Account of Their Music and Poetry. To which is Prefixed, a Copious Dissertation on the Musical Instruments of the Aboriginal Britons. ...
and sold at No 122, in Mount Street, near Berkeley Square., 1794 - 183 pages
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Page 153 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue. And when with envy, time transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Page 120 - I HATE that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round : To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glittering arms, And when Ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands.
Page 103 - And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder ; and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps, and they sung as it were a new song before the throne and before the four beasts and the elders; and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.
Page 29 - So vast is art, so narrow human wit : Not only bounded to peculiar arts, But oft' in those confin'd to single parts.
Page 64 - A Mighty pain to Love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss. But of all pains the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.
Page 74 - 'll sing of Heroes, and of Kings ; In mighty Numbers, mighty things, Begin, my Muse ; but lo, the strings To my great Song rebellious prove ; The strings will sound of nought but Love. I broke them all, and put on new ; 'Tis this or nothing sure will do. These sure (said I) will me obey; These sure Heroick Notes will play.
Page 35 - ... the other warbling in the acute or treble. Neither of the two nations has acquired this peculiarity by art, but by long habit, which has rendered it...
Page 153 - AWAY ; let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care ; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear. What though no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble, we'll be good.
Page 17 - Twice two hundred warriors go ; Every warrior's manly neck Chains of regal honour deck, Wreath'd in many a golden link : From the golden cup they drink Nectar, that the bees produce, Or the grape's ecstatic juice.