glan

Updated: June 21, 2025

O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ and the poor man fell into a more fearful agony than before. Tears trickled down Winifred’s face, I saw them trickling by the moonlight, as she gazed upon the writhing form of her afflicted husband.

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

I did not understand all she said she spoke in her native language, and I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her husband, but he seemed to refuse all comfort, and, with many groans, repeated "Pechod Ysprydd Glan O pechod Ysprydd Glan!" I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions, and retired. Now, "pechod Ysprydd Glan," interpreted, is the sin against the Holy Ghost.

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

"The old pain, the old pain," said he; "I was talking with this young man, and he would fain know what brought me here, he would fain hear my tale, Winifred my sin: O pechod Ysprydd Glan! O pechod Ysprydd Glan!" and the poor man fell into a more fearful agony than before.

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

'The old pain, the old pain, said he; 'I was talking with this young man, and he would fain know what brought me here, he would fain hear my tale, Winifred my sin: O pechod Ysprydd Glan! O pechod Ysprydd Glan! and the poor man fell into a more fearful agony than before.

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

I did not understand all she said she spoke in her native language, and I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her husband, but he seemed to refuse all comfort, and, with many groans, repeated 'Pechod Ysprydd Glan O pechod Ysprydd Glan! I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions, and retired. Now 'pechod Ysprydd Glan, interpreted, is the sin against the Holy Ghost.

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

In a moment I had issued from my tent all was silent but the next moment I again heard groans and voices; they proceeded from the tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay; I drew near, again there was a pause, and then I heard the voice of Peter, in an accent of extreme anguish, exclaim, 'Pechod Ysprydd Glan O pechod Ysprydd Glan! and then he uttered a deep groan.

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

In a moment I had issued from my tent—all was silent—but the next moment I again heard groans and voices; they proceeded from the tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay; I drew near, again there was a pause, and then I heard the voice of Peter, in an accent of extreme anguish, exclaim, ‘Pechod Ysprydd Glan—O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ and then he uttered a deep groan.

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

Two evenings later, when we were again seated beneath the oak, Peter took the hand of his wife in his own, and then, in tones broken and almost inarticulate, commenced telling me his tale—the tale of the Pechod Ysprydd Glan. ‘I was born in the heart of North Wales, the son of a respectable farmer, and am the youngest of seven brothers.

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