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...
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.
But the truth is I found out about Davy in the usual way a small boy finds out things he is denied to know by older people, and that is through other small boys.
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...
So with Dr. Johnson and John Stuart Mill, and Spencer, and William Shakespeare, and Chaucer, and Milton, and John Bunyan, and others of that royal company of bards, thanks to my father and Mr. Gruffyd...
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.
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...
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...
Though neither happiness nor respect are worth anything, because unless both are coming from the truest motives, they are simply deceits. A successful man earns the respect of the world never mind wha...
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, the love of woman is a glorious thing, and strange in its ways of work.
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...
I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in your mouth, and wishing you had the fullness of it...
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...
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.
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...