Y Drysorfa: yn cynnwys amrywiaeth o bethau ar amcan crefyddol, etc

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Página 341 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Página 21 - And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they change into flowers in his hands. Into garlands of purple and red ; And beneath the great arch of the portal, Through the streets of the City Immortal, Is wafted the fragrance they shed.
Página 21 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day.
Página 25 - Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world ; but when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the Law, to redeem them that were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption of sons. And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.
Página 20 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles...
Página 20 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 21 - As comes the smile to the lips, The foam to the surge ; So come to the Poet his songs, All hitherward blown From the misty realm, that belongs To the vast Unknown. His, and not his, are the lays He sings ; and their fame Is his, and not his ; and the praise And the pride of a name. For voices pursue him by day, And haunt him by night, And he listens, and needs must obey, When the Angel says : " Write !
Página 56 - Canys felly y carodd Duw y byd, fel y rhoddodd efe ei uniganedig Fab, fel na choller pwy bynnag a gredo ynddo ef. ond caffael o hono fywyd tragywyddol.
Página 197 - Eithr i ni nid oes ond un Duw, y Tad, o'r hwn y mae pob peth, a ninnau ynddo ef ; ac un Arglwydd lesu Grist, trwy yr hwn y mae pob peth, a ninnau trwyddo ef.
Página 444 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

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