“ Any collection of Welsh poetry that does not contain a portion of the poems of the “Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery” would be incomplete. This excellent man was born at Llandovery, in Carmarthenshire, in the year 1579, and died there in 1644. After a collegiate course in Oxford he was inducted to the Vicarage of his native parish, and received successively afterwards the appointments of Prebendary, and Chancellor of St. ”
Quotes about “Llandovery”
George Borrow,
Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery
“ The Vicar of Llandovery had then been dead nearly two hundred years. Truly the man in whom piety and genius are blended is immortal upon earth. CHAPTER XCVIII Departure from Llandovery—A Bitter Methodist—North and South—The Caravan—Captain Bosvile—Deputy Ranger—A Scrimmage—The Heavenly Gwynfa—Dangerous Position. ”
Augustus J. C. Hare,
The Story of My Life, volumes 4-6
“ Yesterday I came here by the ferry over the Severn. Lady Llanover’s old ramshackle carriage met me at the Nantyderry Station, and brought me to Llanover. I had received endless solemn warnings about what I was to say and not to say here, what to do and not to do; but with a person of whom one is not likely to see much in after life, one never feels any alarm. Lady Llanover is very small and has been very pretty. We have a mutual bond in our love for her sister, whose memory is enshrined in her inmost heart with that of her mother, Mrs. Waddington, to whom she was quite passionately devoted. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Bride of Lindorf
(1836)
“ While I live, I shall devote myself to the care of my ill-starred Minna, who is the very image of her mother. When I die–and the shadow of death even now rests upon my way–I commend her to her God and to you. You will be to her and to Pauline as a brother. I know I can rely upon you.” “Married to a maniac–a hopeless maniac!–What will my mother say?”–exclaimed Ernest, as he paced the room. The image of his beautiful bride rose before him; he felt as if his tenderness and his devotion must avail; he would watch her every look–anticipate her very thoughts. ”
Louis Joseph Vance,
The Lone Wolf
(1918)
“ The majority of these were in couples, but at a table one removed from Roddy's sat a party of three; and Lanyard noticed, or fancied, that the man from Scotland Yard turned his newspaper only during lulls in the conversation in this quarter. Of the three, one might pass for an American of position and wealth: a man of something more than sixty years, with an execrable accent, a racking cough, and a thin, patrician cast of features clouded darkly by the expression of a soul in torment, furrowed, seamed, twisted—a mask of mortal anguish. ”
William Makepeace Thackeray,
The Luck of Barry Lyndon
(1844)
“ My excellent ally told me where I should meet Lady Lyndon, and accordingly I followed, and found her at the Pantheon. I repeated the scene at Dublin over again; showed her how prodigious my power was, humble as I was, and that my energy was still untired. ‘But,’ I added, ‘I am as great in good as I am in evil; as fond and faithful as a friend as I am terrible as an enemy. I will do everything,’ I said, ‘which you ask of me, except when you bid me not to love you. ”
“ Lindsay replied, “when I should have spoken to you in a more gentle voice, and bending the knee, although it is not in the nature of us old Scotch to model ourselves on your French courtiers; but for some time, thanks to your changing loves, you have kept us so often in the field, in harness, that our voices are hoarse from the cold night air, and our stiff knees can no longer bend in our armour: you must then take me just as I am, madam; since to-day, for the welfare of Scotland, you are no longer at liberty to choose your favourites.” ”
Edward Bulwer-Lytton,
What Will He Do With It?
(1858)
“ Lyndsay had one golden rule, which I respectfully point out to ladies who covet popularity and power: she never spoke ill of any one whom she wished to injure. She did not therefore speak ill of the Marquis to Darrell, but she so praised him that her praise alarmed. She ought to know the young peer well; she was a good deal with the Marchioness, who liked her pretty manners. Till then, Darrell had only noticed this green Head of the Viponts as a neat-looking Head, too modest to open its lips. ”
Will Lillibridge, Where the Trail Divides
“ In spite of an obvious effort at repression, the great veins of the speaker's throat swelled visibly. "A damned coward, sir!""What! You call me—""Men! Gentlemen!""Don't worry." Swift as had come the burst of passion, Landor was himself again; curt, all-seeing, self-sufficient, "There'll be no blood shed." Early as it was, a crowd had collected now, and, as he had done with the newcomers, he addressed them collectively, authoratively. "When I fight it will not be with one who abandons a woman and a child at a time like this.... God! it makes a man's blood boil. ”
The Tragical history of George Barnwell (1810-1825)
“ Know then that the spacious moralist, Linmore proved himself a villian. He came to our dwelling and found peace, innocence, and love, he saw a fond pair as nature ever designed for each other; what then was that principle, that could excite the vile design to mar such bliss? Oh what a void, I felt in my breast, when suspicion pointed to Ellinor's dishonour. Start not, my jealousy was well founded: virtue was subdued and vice triumphant! One fatal day pretending some hours absence, I concealed myself at home. I saw her enter the chamber and in few moments Linmore followed. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Bride of Lindorf
(1836)
“ She was pale with terror, for now the storm rushed forth in all its fury, and a sudden gust of wind and rain dashed against the painted window at the end of the chapel. The repeated flashes threw a strange radiance around, and strange noises mingled together. “It is an awful night,” said the young baron of Krainberg, as he led the way to the hall, which, as they entered, was lit up with one livid blaze. Ernest supported the almost insensible form of his bride; he murmured a few caressing words–but even love, in all its strength, felt powerless before the war of the immortal elements. ”
Edward Bulwer-Lytton,
What Will He Do With It?
(1858)
“ He would have given half his lands to have spited Guy Darrell. Mrs. Lyndsay took care to be at hand to console him, and the Marchioness was grateful to her for taking that troublesome task upon herself. And in the course of their conversations Mrs. Lyndsay contrived to drop into his mind the egg of a project which she took a later occasion to hatch under her plumes of down. "There is but one kind of wife, my dear Montfort, who could increase your importance; you should marry a beauty; next to royalty ranks beauty." ”
Will Lillibridge, Where the Trail Divides
“ Once again, unconsciously, he fell into pose, his arms across his breast, his great shoulders squared. "I have seen Mr. Landor's will. He has left you nearly everything. You are rich, Bess; I won't tell you how rich because you wouldn't understand. You are young and can live any life you wish. You know what marrying me means. I am as I am and cannot change. You know what others, people of your own race, think when you are with me. They have shown you to-day. Answer me, Bess, have you thought of all this? ”
Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, "My Novel" — Complete
“ Then said Randal, gravely, “If one whom you honour with a tender thought visits at Lord Lansmere’s house, you have, indeed, cause to fear for yourself, to hope for your brother’s success in the object which has brought him to England; for a girl of surpassing beauty is a guest in Lord Lansmere’s house, and I will now tell you that that girl is she whom Count Peschiera would make his bride.” ”
Susan Edmonstoune Ferrier,
Marriage
(1818)
“ Lord Lindore was indeed the most admired man in London, celebrated for his conquests, his horses, his elegance, manner, dress; in short, in everything he gave the tone. But he had too much taste to carry anything to extreme; and in the midst of incense, and adulation, and imitation, he still retained that simple unostentatious elegance that marks the man of real fashion—the man who feels his own consequence, independent of all extraneous modes or fleeting fashions. ”
Jack London,
The Turtles of Tasman
“ And all that saved Strang was his tremendous vitality and the health of his flesh."You will kill him," his brother complained. "Let him be. For God's sake let him be. A live and crippled man is better than a whole and dead one."Linday flamed in wrath. "You get out! Out of this cabin with you till you can come back and say that I make him live. Pull—by God, man, you've got to pull with me with all your soul. Your brother's travelling a hairline razor-edge. Do you understand? A thought can topple him off. ”
Ottilie A. Liljencrantz, Randvar the songsmith (1906)
“ Like a dead thing lay the mound at his feet; and as flies around the dead, his thoughts buzzed around its secret.Slowly understanding came.... The troll-temper of the father had descended upon the son.... Denied the vent of battle-fury, it had taken some uglier shape, some monstrous shape that galled the Jarl’s pride to own!... It had possessed him that day at the Pool, and he believed that the forester had seen its degrading marks.... Its marks! Shrinking, Randvar’s memory groped among the myriad tales he had heard of men accursed ... ”
Francis Lynde, The Taming of Red Butte Western (1916)
“ Lidgerwood, is that you?" called Van Lew, when the superintendent came across to the spur track. "I thought you said this was a bad man's country. We have been out here for a solid hour, and nobody has shot up the town or even whooped a single lonesome war-whoop; in fact, I think your village with the heavenly name has gone ingloriously to bed. We're defrauded.""It does go to bed pretty early—that part of it which doesn't stay up pretty late," laughed Lidgerwood. Then he came closer and spoke to Miss Brewster. "I am going west in my car, and I don't know just when I shall return. ”
Louis Joseph Vance,
The Lone Wolf
(1918)
“ And once, when this one looked up and casually encountered Lanyard's gaze, the adventurer was shocked to find himself staring into eyes like those of a dead man: eyes of a grey so light that at a little distance the colour of the irises blended indistinguishably with their whites, leaving visible only the round black points of pupils abnormally distended and staring, blank, fixed, passionless, beneath lashless lids. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Bride of Lindorf
(1836)
“ At last she leant over the balustrade, and her eyes filled with tears as she watched the moonlight turning the flowers to silver. “I wish,” said she, “I were a flower–happy in the sunshine–happy in the soft night air. No beating heart within, to make me wretched.” And she dropped her head on his arm, and wept. Before Ernest has time to utter even a few soothing words, a bright blade glittered in the moonlight, and Pauline sunk with a faint scream on the pavement–Minna had stabbed her sister to the heart! ”
Caroline Lee Hentz,
Ernest Linwood; or, The Inner Life of the Author
“ Linwood gathered around her were not the idle devotees of fashion,—the parasites of wealth; but intelligent, literary people, whose society was a source of improvement as well as pleasure. Sometimes, circumstances of commanding character forced her to receive as guests those whom her judgment would never have selected, as in the case of Madge Wildfire; but in general it was a distinction to be invited to Grandison Place, whose elegant hospitalities were the boast of the town to which it belonged. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Bride of Lindorf
(1836)
“ At the first glance, that slight and graceful girl–with the rose on her cheek a little flushed by exercise, her glittering curls falling round her, golden as those of Hope–might have seemed the very ideal of youth and pleasure;–so much for the first glance, and how few go beyond! But whoso had looked closer would have seen that the soft red on the cheek was feverish; and there was that tremulous motion of the lip which bespeaks a heart ill at ease. At first she was looking down, and the long shadow of the curled eyelash rested on the rounded cheek ”
Will Lillibridge, Where the Trail Divides
“ Silence returned. "As surely as that little wolf is lonely, Bess will know the trouble money brings if you do as you intend. Not myself, but other men will teach her."Landor was not smoking now. The pipe had gone dead in his fingers."Once more I ask why, How?"The other's eyes did not shift, nor a muscle of his body."Because she is white and they are white, and I—am an Indian."At last it had come: the thing Landor had tried to avoid, had hitherto succeeded in avoiding. Yet face to face the big man could ignore it no longer. It was true, as true as human nature; and he knew it was true. ”
Oliver Optic,
Brother Against Brother; Or, The War on the Border
“ The "people" of Lyndhall were inspired by the example of those from Riverlawn, and they were filled with admiration when they saw those of their own kind bearing arms, some of them well mounted, and learned that they had actually done duty during the night as soldiers. General, Dummy, and Mose had talked to them, and roused their spirit of emulation. Besides, they had been moved by the same devotion to the members of the planter's family; and their indignation at the conduct of the overseer, who had been their tyrant, had done not a little to develop their belligerent feelings. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Romance and Reality
(1831)
“ How many a red-cheeked and red-jacketed squire exchanges the early hours of the field for the late hours of the House, from that universal ambition called example! And what but that powerful argument, "why, every body gives them," ever made Mrs. Danvers give parties? Without one of the ordinary inducements which light up the saloon, and cover the supper-table with spun-sugar temples;—she had no son, for whom an heiress was to be drawn from her "bright peculiar sphere" in the mazes of a mazurka—no daughters, making waltzes and window-seats so desirable ”
Susanna Moodie,
Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life…
“ The next day the emigrants bade farewell to the beautiful capital of Scotland. How gladly would Flora have terminated her earthly pilgrimage in that land of poetry and romance, and spent the rest of her days among its truthful, high-minded, [284] hospitable people! But vain are regrets. The inexorable spirit of progress points onward; and the beings she chooses to be the parents of a new people, in a new land, must fulfil their destiny.On the 1st of July, 1832, the Lyndsays embarked on board the brig Anne, to seek a new home beyond the Atlantic, and friends in a land of strangers. ”
Jack London,
The Turtles of Tasman
(1916)
“ There were days of high temperature and delirium; days of heart-sinking when Strang's pulse was barely perceptible; days when he lay conscious, eyes weary and drawn, the sweat of pain on his face. Linday was indefatigable, cruelly efficient, audacious and fortunate, daring hazard after hazard and winning. He was not content to make the man live. He devoted himself to the intricate and perilous problem of making him whole and strong again."He will be a cripple?" Madge queried."He will not merely walk and talk and be a limping caricature of his former self," Linday told her. ”
Martha Griffith Browne,
Autobiography of a Female Slave
“ One word of consolation from God-anointed lips like thine, would soothe even the sting of bondage; but no," I added, "that earnest look, that gentle tone, tell perhaps as much as it is necessary for me to know. This silence proceeds from some noble motive. Soon enough he will make himself known to us."In a little while the news of Lindy's departure had spread through the neighborhood like a flame. Our yard and house were filled with men come to offer their services to their neighbor, who, from his wealth, was considered a sort of magnate among them. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Bride of Lindorf
(1836)
“ Seated on one of the huge stones scattered around–singing a low sweet air, or rather humming it, for the words were inaudible, was a female figure. Ernest could see only a very pretty back–and exquisitely shaped head bending forward, and a profusion of black hair hanging down in plaits–the ends somewhat fancifully fastened with a scarlet flower. Ernest felt that he was an intruder, but he did–as all other young men would have done–remain rooted to the spot. He knew the melody that she was singing to the music of the splashing fountain ”
