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Myrddin Wyllt Quotes

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Myrddin Wyllt – also known as Myrddin mab Morfryn, Merlinus Caledonensis, Merlinus Celidonius and Merlinus Silvester – was a supposed 6th century Brythonic warrior and prophet from Rheged or Strathclyde. The traditional attribution of several early Welsh poems to him is still taken seriously by some.

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Also known as: Merlin Sylvestris, Merlinus Caledonensis

Random Myrddin Wyllt quote

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Listen, little pig!
I lack sleep,
Such a tumult of grief is within me.
Fifty years of pain I have endured.

Listen, little pig,
Are not the thorn buds green
The mountain fair, the earth beautiful?

No diversions attend me,
Nor fair women visit me.
Though at Arderydd I wore a golden torque
The swan-white woman despises me now.

Victorious Cymry, glorious their leaders,
All shall have their rights again,
All Britons rejoice, sounding joyful horns,
Chanting songs of happiness and peace!

Afallen pen. blodev essplit.
Atiff inargel in argoydit.

Fifty years the plaything of lawless men
I have wandered in gloom among spirits.
After great wealth, and gregarious minstrels,
I have been here so long not even sprites
Can lead me astray.

Sweet appletree of luxuriant growth!
I used to find food at its foot,
When, because of a maid,
I slept alone in the woods of Celyddon,
Shield on shoulder, sword on thigh.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Myrddin Wyllt (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.