Encyclopaedia cambrensis: Y gwyddoniadur cymreigJohn Parry Thomas Gee, 1863 |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
achos Alban allan allanol amgylchiadau amlwg amryw anifail apostol arwyddo Beibl blegid bobl Bren brenin buasai byddai coluddyn corff Cron cyfryw cyhyr cyhyrau cymmeryd cynnwys cyntaf cyssylltiad defnyddio Destament dosbarth dwfr Dyfnwal Dywed ddaiar efengyl efengylau efengylwyr effaith eglwysig egwyddor Elias Eliseus elwir enllib enwau epistol Ephesus ereill esampl Eusebius fodd bynag fydd fyny ffurf ffurfio gair ganrif gellir Groeg gwahanol Gwel gŵr gyffredin gyffredinol nghyd hanes Hebraeg hollol hono honynt hwnw iadau iaeth iaid Iehofah Ierusalem Iesu Ioan Ioan Fedyddiwr Israel Iudah Iuddewig Iuddewon John Elias Josephus Lladin llall llythyrenau Marc Matthew meddu meddwl megys mlaen mwyaf myned mysg natur naturiol neillduol nitrogen oddi oeddynt Origen penodol rhan rhoddi sain sefyllfa seiniau Seisoneg sylwedd syniad Syria Testament Newydd unrhyw wneyd ychydig ydoedd ymddengys ymenydd ysbryd ystod ystyr
Popular passages
Page 126 - Sweet flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature ! TO THE SAME FLOWER.
Page 126 - I see thee glittering from afar ; — And then thou art a pretty Star ; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee ! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest...
Page 125 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 127 - Stop and consider ! life is but a day ; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit ; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan ? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; The reading of an ever-changing tale ; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air ; A laughing schoolboy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Page 120 - The use of this feigned history hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it, the world being in proportion inferior to the soul ; by reason whereof there is, agreeable to the spirit of man, a more ample greatness, a more exact goodness, and a more absolute variety, than can be found in the nature of things.
Page 124 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination...
Page 126 - A nun demure, of lowly port; Or sprightly maiden, of Love's court, In thy simplicity the sport Of all temptations ; A queen in crown of rubies drest; A starveling in a scanty vest; Are all, as seems to suit thee best, Thy appellations.
Page 125 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 125 - With that she dashed her on the lips So dyed double red ; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled.
Page 124 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro