bardd

Updated: May 31, 2025

'Many have said it, young man, and, amongst others, Master Ellis Wyn, in that wonderful book of his, the Bardd Cwsg. 'The Bardd Cwsg, said I; 'what kind of book is that? I have never heard of that book before. 'Heard of it before; I suppose not; how should you have heard of it before? By the bye, can you read? 'Very tolerably, said I; 'so there are fairies in this book.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

"And how is it," said he, "that you can read Welsh without being a Welshman?" "I learned to do so," said I, "even as you learned to mow, without being bred up to farming work." "Ah! "said he, "but it is easier to learn to mow than to read the Bardd Cwsg." "I don't think that," said I; "I have taken up a scythe a hundred times but I cannot mow."

George Henry Borrow - Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery

"They are substantially true, young man," said Peter; "like the dreams of Bunyan, they are founded on three tremendous facts, Sin, Death, and Hell; and like his they have done incalculable good, at least in my own country, in the language in which they are written. Were it not for the Bardd Cwsg perhaps I might not be here."

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

‘Many have said it, young man, and amongst others, Master Ellis Wyn, in that wonderful book of his, the Bardd Cwsg.’ ‘The Bardd Cwsg,’ said I; ‘what kind of book is that? I have never heard of that book before.’ ‘Heard of it before; I suppose not; how should you have heard of it before? By the bye, can you read?’ ‘Very tolerably,’ said I; ‘so there are fairies in this book.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest

"Two of the name of Hughes have been poets," said I "one was Huw Hughes, generally termed the Bardd Coch, or red bard; he was an Anglesea man, and the friend of Lewis Morris and Gronwy Owen the other was Jonathan Hughes, where he lived I know not." "He lived here, in this very house," said the man. "Jonathan Hughes was my grandfather!" and as he spoke his eyes flashed fire.

George Henry Borrow - Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery

‘Yes,’ said Peter, ‘in his sleep; and on that account the book is called Gweledigaethau y Bardd Cwsg, or, Visions of the Sleeping Bard.’ ‘I do not care for wonders which occur in sleep,’ said I. ‘I prefer real ones; and perhaps, notwithstanding what he says, the man had no visions at all—they are probably of his own invention.’

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest