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"Awen yn codi o'r cudd ac yn cydio'r cwbl"
- Waldo Williams
(Awen arising from hiding and everything binding)



FEBRUARY


AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
The kene cold blowes through my beaten hyde,
All as I were through the body gryde.
My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,
As doen high Towers in an earthquake:
They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes,
Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales.


Kene) sharpe. 
Gride) perced: an olde word much vsed of Lidgate, but not found (that I know of) in Chaucer.
 Ronts) young bullockes

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