Taliesin
Quotes
I am not meet for petty men, slack their habit:
They know not, they, on what day who was made,
what hour of the fine day was born to whom,
who made him who went not to the dale of Tefwy.
They know not, they, the great Speckled Ox in headgear
with seven-score links in its collar-chain.
And when we went with Arthur, a sorry visit,
Save for seven none came up from Fort Divine Height.
The Book of TaliesinI adore the sovereign lord of the royal land -
May his dominion extend over the reaches of the cosmos!
The Book of TaliesinI am not meet for petty men, the book a boss:
They saw not Arthur's virtue beyond the Fort of Glasses.
Three score centuries of men stationed on the wall:
to speak with its sentinel was not easy.
Three fulnesses of Prydwen we went with Arthur,
Save for seven none came up from Fort Hindrance.
The Book of TaliesinPleasant to bring back the divisions of a parish;
Also pleasant to us the time of paradise.
Pleasant, the moon, a luminary in the heavens;
Also pleasant where there is a good rememberer.
The Book of TaliesinI am old. I am young. I am Gwion,
I am universal, I am possessed of penetrating wit.
The Book of TaliesinComposed for renown am I, a verse heard
four times over in the four-quartered fort
in the song of the cauldron when first it gave voice,
warmed by the breath of nine maidens.
The Chief of Annwn's cauldron, who finished
the rim around its edge with pearl,
swore never should it cook a coward's food?
A bright flashing sword was raised to it
and it was left in the hand of Llenlleawc
and lanterns shone before Hell's mouth's door
and when we went in with Arthur trouble glittered:
Save for seven none came up from Fort Mead-mad.
The Book of TaliesinI am not meet for petty men, slack their spirit:
They know not, they, what day the Chief was made,
what hour of the fine day was born the owner,
what a beast they keep with its silver head.
When we went with Arthur, a sorry strife,
Save for seven none came up from Fort Hoar-side.
The Book of TaliesinA hallowed grave in dying, with the grave an altar:
I adore the sovereign lord, the great,
That I be not sad, Christ grant me.
The Book of TaliesinComposed for renown am I, a verse heard
on the stone-doored isle in the four-quartered fort.
Tranquillity and obscurity mingled
shiny wine their drink before their retinue.
Three fulnesses of Prydwen we went upon the main,
Save for seven none came up from Castle Rigor.
The Book of TaliesinAnd entreating his exalted weight,
Under the stars, saints he planted.
The Book of TaliesinIt is a fit time to go to the drinking,
With the skilful men, about art,
And a hundred knots, the custom of the country,
The shepherd of the districts, support of gates,
Like going without a foot to battle.
The Book of TaliesinAnd what is pleasant to me is no worse.
And the paternal horn by mead-nourished payment.
Pleasant, the directing of fish in the pond;
Also pleasant, calling about to play.
The Book of Taliesin
