Myths, Legends & Oddities of North East Wales
North East Wales is full of wonder. Within these pages you will find evidence of the efforts of its peoples to make sense of their surroundings, to leave their mark. You will find evidence of breathtaking beauty, mystery and myth, love and hate, war and peace. Thousands of years of history are within. It remains a work in progress, so please visit the Blog to discover what is currently available.
'At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward...
..all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of commen men.'
'Here to this holy well shall pilgrimages be,
And not from purple Wales only nor from elmy England,
But from beyond seas, Erin, France and Flanders, everywhere,
Pilgrims, still pilgrims, móre pílgrims, still more poor pilgrims.'
'Born in America, in Europe bred
In Africa travell'd and in Asia wed
Where long he liv'd and thriv'd; In London dead
Much good, some ill, he did; so hope all's even
And that his soul thro' mercy's gone to Heaven
You that survive and read this tale, take card
For this most certain exit to prepare
where blest in peace, the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in silent dust.'
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