So I kissed her, and went out, and up on top of the mountain to have peace, for I had a grudge that was savage with heat against everybody, and only up on top there, where it was green, and high, and...
Hard it is to suffer through stupid people. They make you feel sorry for them, and if your sorrow is as great as your hurt, you will allow them to go free of punishment, for their eyes are the eyes of...
Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.
Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. O, Mama, my little one, she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, I am lonely without...
She is a slut, I said, because she went up on the mountain with a man, instead of to bed with her husband. Is it, Dada?My father was quiet for a little, with his back to me, looking down into the Vall...
O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.
In dignity and harmony, in rich beauty rose their voices now employed in noble purpose. Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.
How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.
How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.
Indeed I often dream of it, and I can still feel how I felt, as though I was still small, and all those people were still alive.It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it...
O, the love of woman is a glorious thing, and strange in its ways of work.
I was strong in English, and thankful for it. I knew the great Dr. Johnson from his friend Mr. Boswell. There is a friend for you. To sit down and rack the brain to remember every word, and then the g...
I saw what he was afraid of doing and I had sympathy, for however hard we fought, we must be beaten by empty bellies. The rights of man are poor things beside the eyes of hungry children. Their hurts...
How quiet is the house when the mistress has gone. You walk in, and the same smell is a comfort to you, the air on your cheek has the same feel, the fire makes the same noise, the china plates on the...
Hear you, then, the voice of your brothers and sisters, deep as the seas, as timeless, as restless, and as fierce. Tenors spear the clouds with blades that had their keenness from the silversmiths of...
English grammar and composition is difficult even for the English, but worse and worse for a Welsh boy. He speaks, reads, writes, and he thinks in Welsh, at home, in the street, and in Chapel, and whe...
And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too.
And I wanted to be as I had been yesterday, a boy again, without the heaviness of doubt, this pressing fear, this new treachery that lifted to realms of singing gold, and in a little space, flung to p...
Mr. Gruffydd turned to my father, and he blew the note on the reed pipe.Ivor raised his finger, and from top of the Hill down to bottom men and women hummed softly to have the proper key, with soprano...
It is strange that the mind will forget so much, and yet hold a picture of flowers that have been dead for thirty years or more...