Wyn's

Eifion Wyn's lines about it, translated as "Oh, Lord, why did you make Cwm Pennant so beautiful/And the life of the old shepherd so short?" are the cultural stock of every Welsh speaker.

Country diary: Garndolbenmaen Jim Perrin 2010

Oh, Wyn's eyes are barely open today, but I can see the glint of his peepers, Gwens right behind.

Lesbians, catgirls, cabin fever and kittens Elizabeth McClung 2009

Wyn's one local party by the way have not even bothered to carry out their planned dinner in his honour, i was told by a friend who is a local memeber of the party in that area it has been postponed!

An odd 'thought' from Oscar. Glyn Davies 2008

Once again the desire and ambition to bake bread consumes Wyn's thoughts, and when offered a position at the bakery, Wyn quickly accepts, grateful for the comfort of a routine.

Bread Alone: Summary and book reviews of Bread Alone by Judith Ryan Hendricks. 2001

He petted and spoiled my two children: he was very soft and kind to me, whom he called "Mamma," after Wyn's example, and he considered that my husband "understood good manners" -- a compliment which he did not pay to every one.

Not Pretty, but Precious Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford 1878

"Carry," said Mrs. Moore, "are there not some of Wyn's things here yet in that old trunk in your lumber-room?"

Not Pretty, but Precious Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford 1878

Fan with his great heavy big boots -- 'cause Fan would say Wyn's prayers. '

Nuttie's Father Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

He clung quite desperately to his sister when Mark offered to lift him from the carriage, but nurse was close behind, and it was good to see the little arms stretched out, and the head laid on her shoulder, the hand put up to stroke her cheek, and the lips whispering 'Wyn's own nursie.'

Nuttie's Father Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

Wyn's own nursery, 'but he did not want to get up;' Wyn so tired, 'he said, speaking of himself in the baby form that he had for several months discarded, but he said his pretty' thank you, 'and took delight in breakfasting in his cot, though still in a subdued way, and showing great reluctance to move or be touched.

Nuttie's Father Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

He appeared almost as if he was afraid of wakening from a happy dream, and his lively merriment seemed all gone; there were only beams of recognition and gladness at 'Wyn's own nursery, Wyn's own pretty cup,' touching it as if to make sure that it was real, and pleased to see the twisted crusts, his special treat.

Nuttie's Father Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862