Anonymous, The Book of Taliesin — The Fold of the Bards1 (1858)
“ I love the high trees, that afford a protection above, And a bard that composes, without earning anger; I love not him that causes contention; He that speaks ill of the skilful shall not possess mead. ”
Anonymous, The Book of Taliesin — The Fold of the Bards1 (1858)
“ The rock of the chief proprietor, the head of tranquillity. The intoxication of meads will cause us to speak. I am a cell, I am a cleft, I am a restoration, I am the depository of song; I am a literary man ”
