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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beddgelert - (pron. Beth-gelert)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘There once was a Prince called Llywelyn, Dai bach, <br>The Lord of this Snowdon Wales, <br>Back in the mists of the mountain, when times<br>Saw wolves leave their blood-stained trails.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(I sat by the Church of St. Mary out there, <br>The vicar stared out on his fold, <br>His rheumy old eyes held the myth and the lies<br>That the Welsh told the people of old!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listened, he spoke, and I doubted him then, <br>The story he told so bizarre, <br>But when he had finished, I baited my breath, <br>Walked musingly back to my car.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Llywelyn, the hunter, was given a hound, <br>A present from England's King John, <br>A mighty wolf hound that he treasured and took<br>On his hunting trips, loping along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Prince had an heir that was merely a babe, <br>Still swaddled in linens and veils, <br>The child was his joy, he'd been blessed with a boy, <br>He was one of the Princes of Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Llywelyn went hunting abroad with his pack, <br>The hounds were all baying the way, <br>The buglers followed, their blasts on the horn<br>Drove the hogs that were leading the fray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hunt brought them venison, gammon and fowl, <br>The hunt brought them mutton and game, <br>But Gelert, the hound, was nowhere to be found<br>Though the Prince called, and bellowed his name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Llywelyn rode back to the palace at dusk, <br>Dismounted and looked for his son, <br>The cot was all bloodstained, the covers were torn<br>And a sign of the child, there was none! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Gelert leapt up, and he greeted the Prince<br>With a loud joyous cry in the dark, <br>His fur was all bloodied, his teeth dripped with gore, <br>And Llywelyn shrank back at his bark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thinking his son had been slaughtered, the Prince<br>Cried out as he lifted his sword, <br>And ran through the hound as he fell to the ground<br>And he cursed and he cried, the good lord! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then came an answering, pitiful cry<br>From the child that lay under a bed, <br>The boy was uncut, but was smeared with the blood<br>Of the wolf that lay next to him, dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The throat had been torn from the wolf by the hound, <br>Brave Gelert defended the son, <br>And now that the Prince held the child in his arms<br>He reflected on what he had done! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cradled the body of Gelert and wept, <br>And buried in honour his hound, <br>He set up a stone with the tale that it told<br>And it stands there today, on its ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The place is Beddgelert, in Gwynedd, look you, <br>And hundreds of years have gone by, <br>But history tells us, Llewelyn the Great, <br>Was never again seen to smile! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">David Lewis Paget</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The Lord of this Snowdon Wales, 
Back in the mists of the mountain, when times
Saw wolves leave their blood-stained trails.'

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