Y Beirniad: cyhoeddiad trimisol, er egluro gwyd-doriaeth, gwleidyddiaeth, llenyddiaeth, a chrefydd

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Page 310 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 248 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 308 - Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind : But more...
Page 125 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Page 167 - FGS, Hon. FCPS, Professor of the Natural Sciences in the University of Melbourne ; formerly Professor of Geology and Mineralogy in the Queen's University in Ireland; author of "Characters of the Carboniferous Limestone Fossils of Ireland ;" " Synopsis of the Silurian Fossils of Ireland ;" " Contributions to British Palaeontology,
Page 262 - ... and to be buried in a parish vault, was the fate of more than one writer who, if he had lived thirty years earlier, would have been admitted to the sittings of the Kitcat or the Scriblerus Club, would have sat in...
Page 125 - The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts, — Is its own origin of ill and end And its own place and time...
Page 126 - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death — That undiscovered country, from whose bourne No traveller returns! — puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of.
Page 308 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great...
Page 248 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe...

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