Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

5 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

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THE Irish, like the Welsh, are very poetical. Here is a pretty poem, by R. M. G. in the Irish Monthly:- SWEET AND LATE. Sweet are roses after rain And sweet and green is aftermath Where stood but now the ripening grain, And lovely is the forest path Where one gold leaf already hath Neath hasty foot of summer lain. Come in, come in, and close the gate Love is sweet, though joy be late. Oh, sweet's the glory of the blue When dawn's wild lights are lost in it, And nothing seen but what is true, When noon's blind glare has cooled a bit; And sun-down clouds are out of view. Come in and rest, 0 pilgrim soul! Love and faith have won the goal. ACCORDING to a message received from China last week, the veteran missionary, Dr. Griffith John, is much better in health than he has been for months past. But owing to his advanced years he is unequal to the exertion of writing or even dictating any letters.

WHY NOT NATIONALISM?

LONDON UNIVERSITY AND CELTIC…

THE WELSH IN LONDON.

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