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... mwyn adnewyddu yr hen adgof melus am dano ; oblegyd fel pregethwr yn unig yr adwaenem ni ef . Trodd y bennod honno allan i ni sydd wedi hen- eiddio , ac a'i clywsom yn pregethu yn Liverpool ryw driugain mlyn- edd yn ol , yn un mor ...
... mwyn adnewyddu yr hen adgof melus am dano ; oblegyd fel pregethwr yn unig yr adwaenem ni ef . Trodd y bennod honno allan i ni sydd wedi hen- eiddio , ac a'i clywsom yn pregethu yn Liverpool ryw driugain mlyn- edd yn ol , yn un mor ...
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... mwyn dyrchafu y llall , braidd na fuasem yn dwedyd mai y gwaith mwyaf a gyflawnodd Mr. Morgan oedd yr hyn a wnaeth o blaid y Fugeiliaeth . Buasai yr Athrofa yn myned ymlaen rywfodd heb y gronfa , ond y mae yn rhaid i ni addef nas gallwn ...
... mwyn dyrchafu y llall , braidd na fuasem yn dwedyd mai y gwaith mwyaf a gyflawnodd Mr. Morgan oedd yr hyn a wnaeth o blaid y Fugeiliaeth . Buasai yr Athrofa yn myned ymlaen rywfodd heb y gronfa , ond y mae yn rhaid i ni addef nas gallwn ...
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... caru yr ystorm er ei mwyn ei hun , ond nid ydwyf yn ei hofni hi . Yr ydwyf yn credu yn yr hen lestr Fethodistaidd am fy mod wedi ei gweled yn dal aml ystorm , ac erddynt oll heddyw eto a'i chyfeiriad yn EDWARD MORGAN , Dyffryn . 5.
... caru yr ystorm er ei mwyn ei hun , ond nid ydwyf yn ei hofni hi . Yr ydwyf yn credu yn yr hen lestr Fethodistaidd am fy mod wedi ei gweled yn dal aml ystorm , ac erddynt oll heddyw eto a'i chyfeiriad yn EDWARD MORGAN , Dyffryn . 5.
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... mwyn cadw angeu draw am ychydig , ac i enill nerth i ymladd brwydrau ei fywyd . Ei ysbryd di - ildio oedd mewn gwir- ionedd yn cadw bywyd ynddo . Pan fu farw Mrs. Humphreys , cawn ei fod wedi rhoi i fyny y tŷ - y " Lluest - dŷ , " yn yr ...
... mwyn cadw angeu draw am ychydig , ac i enill nerth i ymladd brwydrau ei fywyd . Ei ysbryd di - ildio oedd mewn gwir- ionedd yn cadw bywyd ynddo . Pan fu farw Mrs. Humphreys , cawn ei fod wedi rhoi i fyny y tŷ - y " Lluest - dŷ , " yn yr ...
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... mwyn amser ; yr oedd hynny yn hebgor beirn- iadaeth i fesur oddiwrthym ninnau ; ond yn y ddwy bennod nesaf , ymgymera yr awdwr âg ateb y cwestiwn , Beth yw Dadblygiad ? a Beth yw pertbynas Dadblygiad â dyn ? h.y. , Pa gyfrif a rydd hi ...
... mwyn amser ; yr oedd hynny yn hebgor beirn- iadaeth i fesur oddiwrthym ninnau ; ond yn y ddwy bennod nesaf , ymgymera yr awdwr âg ateb y cwestiwn , Beth yw Dadblygiad ? a Beth yw pertbynas Dadblygiad â dyn ? h.y. , Pa gyfrif a rydd hi ...
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Page 155 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Page 165 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...
Page 56 - HAST* thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely in thy sleep ; they shrink away with fear. Rest, in thy shadowy cave, O sun ! let thy return be in joy.
Page 165 - ... the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Page 50 - A spirit once embroiled the night. Seas swell and rocks resound. Winds drive along the clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He feared, and came to land, then blushed that he feared at all. He rushed again among the waves, to find the sou of the wind.
Page 50 - Dwell in thy pleasant fields, said the king; let Comhal's son be forgot. Do my steps ascend, from my hills, into thy peaceful plains? Do I meet thee, with a spear, on thy cloud, spirit of dismal Loda? Why then dost thou frown on me? Why shake thine airy spear? Thou frownest in vain: I never fled from the mighty in war.
Page 50 - Seas swell, and rocks resound. Winds drive along the clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He feared, and came to land: then blushed that he feared at all. He rushed again among the waves, to find the son of the wind. Three youths guide the bounding bark ; he stood with sword unsheathed. When the low-hung vapour passed, he took it by the curling head. He searched its dark womb with his steel. The son of the wind forsook the air.
Page 161 - Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion ! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean ; A seizing and giving The fire of Living : 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Page 51 - Fingal bade his sails to rise ; the winds came rustling from their hills. Inistore rose to sight, and Carric-thura's mossy towers! But the sign of distress was on their top: the warning flame edged with smoke. The king of Morven struck his breast: he assumed, at once, his spear. His darkened brow bends forward to the coast: he looks back to the lagging winds. His hair is disordered on his back. The silence of the king is terrible ! Night came down on the sea; Rotha's bay received the ship.
Page 52 - OUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm; the red lightning flies around: trees shake their heads to the wind! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun; and the pleasant dreams of his rest!