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He read the songs of the Nightingale of Ceiriog in the most distant part of Lloegr, when he was a brown-haired boy, and now that he is a grey-haired man he is come to say in this place that they frequently made his eyes overflow with tears of rapture. I then sat down in the chair, and commenced repeating verses of Huw Morus.
"A genuine Saxon," said I; "I daresay just like many of those who, under Hengist, subdued the plains of Lloegr and Britain. Taliesin called the Saxon race the Coiling Serpent. He had better have called it the Big Bull. He was a noble poet, however: what wonderful lines, upon the whole, are those in his prophecy, in which he speaks of the Saxons and Britons, and of the result of their struggle
He read the songs of the Nightingale of Ceiriog in the most distant part of Lloegr, when he was a brown-haired boy, and now that he is a grey- haired man he is come to say in this place that they frequently made his eyes overflow with tears of rapture." I then sat down in the chair, and commenced repeating verses of Huw Morris.
He read the songs of the Nightingale of Ceiriog in the most distant part of Lloegr, when he was a brown-haired boy, and now that he is a grey-haired man he is come to say in this place that they frequently made his eyes overflow with tears of rapture. "I then sat down in the chair, and commenced repeating verses of Huw Morus.
Further back, it seems probable that they and the Italic people were one race; whose name survives in that of the province of Liguria, and in the Welsh name for England, which is Lloegr. So that in the reign of Diviciacos their empire had already shrunk to the meerest fragment of its former self.
I told him that in my country, the eastern part of Lloegr, I had seen a man quite as tall as the statue. "Indeed, sir," said he; "who is it?" "Hales the Norfolk giant," I replied, "who has a sister seven inches shorter than himself, who is yet seven inches taller than any man in the county when her brother is out of it."
Jones told her that his companion, the gwr boneddig, meaning myself, had come in order to see the birth-place of Huw Morris, and that I was well acquainted with his works, having gotten them by heart in Lloegr, when a boy.
"What," said I, addressing him in the language of the country, "have you no English? Perhaps you have Welsh?" "Plenty," said he, laughing "there is no lack of Welsh amongst any of us here. Are you a Welshman?" "No," said I, "an Englishman from the far east of Lloegr." "And what brings you here?" said the man.
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