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Its gable is to the road and its front to a little space on one side of the way. At a little distance up the road is a blacksmith's shop. The country around is interesting: on the north-west is a fine wooded hill to the south a valley through which flows the Cothi, a fair river, the one whose murmur had come so pleasingly upon my ear in the depth of night.
With what gravity could I sign a warrant in its library, and with what dreamy comfort translate an ode of Lewis Glyn Cothi, my tankard of rich ale beside me. I wonder whether the proprietor is fond of the old bard and keeps good ale. Were I an Irishman instead of a Norfolk man I would go in and ask him." To the merit of this the whole book, perhaps the whole of Borrow's work, contributes.
With what gravity could I sign a warrant in its library, and with what dreamy comfort translate an ode of Lewis Glyn Cothi, my tankard of rich ale beside me. I wonder whether the proprietor is fond of the old bard and keeps good ale. Were I an Irishman instead of a Norfolk man I would go in and ask him." Returning to the road I proceeded on my journey.
"Nor above asking for one, your honour; there's a prydydd in this neighbourhood who will never lose a shilling for want of asking for it. Now, sir, have the kindness to tell me the name of the man who made those pennillion." "Lewis Glyn Cothi," said I; "at least, it was he who made the pennillion from which those verses are translated."
He asked me where I was going to; I replied to the "Pump Saint," and then enquired if he was in service. "I am," said he. "With whom do you live?" said I. "With Mr Johnes of Dol Cothi," he answered. Struck by the word Cothi, I asked if Dol Cothi was ever called Glyn Cothi. "Oh yes," said he, "frequently."
His mouth was exceedingly wide, and his nose remarkably long; its extremity of a deep purple; upon his features was a half-simple smile or leer; in his hand was a long stick." My last example shall be the house of Dolau Cothi, near Pumpsaint, in Caermarthenshire: "After breakfast I departed for Llandovery.
The reason which induced me to do so was the knowledge of an appalling tragedy transacted there in the old time, in which there is every reason to suppose a certain Welsh bard, called Lewis Glyn Cothi, had a share. This man, who was a native of South Wales, flourished during the wars of the Roses.
"How odd," thought I to myself, "that I should have stumbled all of a sudden upon the country of my old friend Lewis Glyn Cothi, the greatest poet after Ab Gwilym of all Wales!" "Is Cothi a river?" said I to my companion. "It is," said he. Presently we came to a bridge over a small river. "Is this river the Cothi?" said I. "No," said he, "this is the Twrch; the bridge is called Pont y Twrch."
With what gravity could I sign a warrant in its library, and with what dreamy comfort translate an ode of Lewis Glyn Cothi, my tankard of rich ale beside me. I wonder whether the proprietor is fond of the old bard and keeps good ale. Were I an Irishman instead of a Norfolk man I would go in and ask him.
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